Between fact and failure I lay face down in muddied water Neck broken, heart still My sweat unrecognized, salts cold blood For I am left behind just like others find me beneath the gallows …at first sign of weakness they will sip their drinks, sip faster at the feet of false gods in the name of the blinding rich
Writer, Poet, Thinker, Paralegal, Miawpukek First Nations, GymLife, Runner, Bike Writer, & Pun Enthusiast I like my puns intended. ✍️
“I don’t claim to be a great writer, but I’m enjoying the journey of becoming one”
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People. I tell you.
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Love that..thanks Friend 🙂
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Poignant and beautifully written. Thank you for sharing. 🙂
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No, thank you for dropping by and reading. Along with your lovely comment. Much appreciated. Take care!
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