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the instinct in my gut is all but a dried up well

all that is mined from there is misdirection shoddily wrapped up in wretchedness

what flow?

did you not hear?

there is nothing to go with

shadows remain the umbrellas that guide me away from the rain of this light that blinds me. 

feeling lost is a weirdly comfy sofa here.


Published by: Akyempo

i met the Priest...i realised that though society seems to respect the baker and despise the shepherd, the baker is not happy despite his stability and the shepherd is free to pursue the pyramids, because he is a dreamer; and one day he will meet Fatima. I am the boy; the shepherd.

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