Feb 17, 2020
2 min read
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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