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I walk upon the cold torn road
It's been left wholly empty
Flatlining life; plateaued 
Sweeter fruits await us all
Hung from grander trees gone by
Living words from rusted pens; they fall

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Ever aspiring author.
Own a passion for reading and writing with seemingly never the time for either. 
I fill my quiet nights with books and blank pages alike, striving to finish writing my own manuscript for a novel to be published.
Looking to put up some of my short stories soon.
Stay tuned. 
Stay humble.

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