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Seven Wonders

The ruins

“…And on the seventh day he rested.”

Tuesday transcends Monday,

on the meteoric tail of

sighing ambers hope

Wednesday sobers my conscious

as I seek the misplaced keys

to the gates of Heaven

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In my spare time, I’ll be found at my favorite writing spot— where death surely cannot miss me. I’ve been censored... I do not tell—all.

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In my spare time, I’ll be found at my favorite writing spot— where death surely cannot miss me. I’ve been censored... I do not tell—all.

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