Pieces of a dream fall out like lint and loose change from pockets with dark holes Dark holes which is where I been lately at least it feel that way to me for what seems like an eternity I am trying to shake loose all those things which threaten to bind me my destiny abounds in me I fight on when there is no more room to run
Inspirational poetry, prose, and other musings to celebrate the good things in life. Reminders to always find the good even if you have to squint.
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