"My hand-stiched wings itch
To take flight
To test the winds of change
That inevitably blow
At the end
Of a cycle"
--- B.G. Bowers, Death and Life
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This part is dedicated to hepburnettes for her works, words and her views on characters and stories, all of which have taught me that: if not the most important thing, change sure as hell is one of the most important things that make up the fabric of our existence.
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The Midnight Oil
PoesíaWhen my mind refuses to put matters to rest and continues churning well into the night. It brings forth these words, these verses, these poems. Mostly dark, but always true. ~~~~~~~~~~ No. 967 in Poetry - 07/September/17
