Mästér Røb

Start Fresh...

I love to freely write, not ponder into the distance, but write while existing in yonder, I'm a wanderer, a rebel born in tough leather, traveling rolling stone, in the world I own, my world, not yours, forgiven in slight, revamping each day in sway, and may take flight, or stay, that's how writing passages play out, in my gray sense of colorful menses, I start fresh and then add some senses, sometimes sentences lengthen, and shorten, borders are coffins for words, I slay them often, then start fresh, right away, and write away...



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