peeking up her wide iron skirt, through delicate layers of gray metallic lace...
her long graceful neck held high, soaring above all that we strive for -
not realizing that in the end we can't take it with us...
Free flow
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When I started writing I felt that the words I produced were meaningful.
Had value. Over the years I filled up notebook after notebook and when I
opened th...
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