Happiness is a thought, a state of being All stoics bear their own fruit, risking oblivion What man or woman cannot find a thought, as…
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Happiness is a thought, a state of being All stoics bear their own fruit, risking oblivion What man or woman cannot find a thought, as…
Leave a CommentI, danced along the strings, I knew so well Ever careful of a wrongly placed foot Life dangled precipitously upon these twisted cords, each Demanding…
Leave a CommentFather of mine, with your absent care Words unexpressed are heard nonetheless He spake hardly at all, but showed the world Forming a bedrock of…
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