ANGELIC IN LIFE
Someone who wishes to paper
the walls with dreams. That could
be me; as the sun sets here - pink
sky towards the end of the west. I
was there once too. Too many sorts
of maneuvers for that other sea.
Well, ocean.
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How come we always seek? Too
many tales of origination we need
to consider? An apple a day keeps
the doctor away; except in the
Garden of Eden, I say.
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