Memories of my Father During this Summer
And if I speak of Paradise, I’m speaking of my Father who taught me to explore life. Now, I look at his message of Good...
A Glimpse Through the Trees
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Marching to the Beat of a Roach Infestation
The pacification of oneself amongst the roaches, That accompany the ash,Hasten across the pavement,Litter the once freshly paved cobblestone,As one paints a portrait.The painter, myself,Shaken...
