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Abandoned #ThursdayDoors
I fear my countenance now has changed, the wear and tear of life has stained my skin- within the cracks grow long, what once so strong now wounded, bleeding as my soul pleading begs for release from time’s relentless march, the Minutemen beat at the door, I ask for just a moment more- or two…
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The Understudy
Behind the curtain, beneath the lights and hidden safely out of sight she waits. Recites her lines with sheer perfection, the moves and words, her grand reflection of heart’s desire. Her role it seems fell short of dreams, though happy she tenaciously supports the cast. They who…
Dreaming Reality 
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