For Ruth
Sing-sing me a melody in your bad Scottish-Essex accent lift my spirits from the gutter to the sky’s grand entrance Tell me you love me...
inspiration
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feels like acceptance
Hey there, You… You know who wanted to connect personally, direct one to another, brothers and sisters in arms, suffering through lives with absent charms...
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Venit Vidit Vicit – The Greatest Hubris Strengthening Hyperbole by The Greatest Self-Assured Literary Legend?
v e n i t And so, as I face the final curtain… I wish for my hyperbolic musings on stonework etchings on a wall...
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Ms. Nancy
How did you know? I’ve wondered that for ten years after your words sunk in. How did you know my brain would tuck this vulnerability...
