Face a thing when it comes.
That is the key That unlocks A certain kind Of peace of mind. But face it fully Or it will haunt Your pocket And beg to be Written down. And then You are its slave. That man is free Whose simplicity Manifests itself In the empty spaces In his schedule Which yawn themselves lazily Open and wide Spanning the gap Between few and deliberate Pillars of intent.
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Ashley
10/7/2019 06:52:48 pm
I like it 😊
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