spirituality
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The echo of Red.
I bleed against the steady wood, Howling of my pain, A suffering spent in vain. Zeus laughs, His lofty scorn, A formation ; For the words he is yet to say. I was right to call you weak, He snorts,… Continue reading
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Call me rumi
Call me Rumi, Because I like how the ‘R’ rolls off my tongue, Like crisp toast fresh out the toaster, And how the rest sounds like soft butter spreading on it, I tell my mother these reasons, She agrees it’s… Continue reading
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