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by Bob
And so our story begins. When the tides of time recede, and all begins
to take it's shape from the clay of creation, we are witnesses to a
great event, an anomaly that by some chance begins to emerge. From this
same anomaly, we begin to decipher what our senses have never had the
privilege of feeling. A feeling so great in magnitude that through
the lazy nature of our senses, we are shamelessly fooled into a false
sense of security. Which in doing so, we are expelled from the world
of good and discarded into the wasteland of death and chaos. But this
is not the end, for it surely cannot be over, not yet anyway. Not
till it has begun, not till the clay has been molded and the dark paint
spilt on the light of what is felt to be good.
Poetry
Gay Love ADVICE
