When will I exhaust every word?
I fear the day, yet I crave a life of simplicity,
free from the shackles of language.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
