guilt
Patterns erupt in tandem with reflections of ones' chosen
methods.
Caring not what envelopes the admiration you are drawn to
inquire.
Seemingly innocent docents haven't the ever pressing misgivings
layed out.
Solvents of peace are rudely interrupted by quakes of
reality.
'Tell me now', she sighs, 'why make we wait?'
'Let me guess', she
screams, 'why not the hesitate?'
It's all relevant once the context is
known.
Nothing is pertinent after it's sewn.
'Haven't you been there?
Don't you feel their......
Original pontification date of 11/8/12 - b2 publishing : The Road (to) 'THERE':
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