is it because i steal slates off tales scribbled by scribes of ages not stale which drew them to the world as sages; and i claimed what they owned only...
I As often, my mind absconds. But this time around, It sneaks into a future Where now and then Switch positions; Where all the plays and gays Become of the...
we are all born unto this barren earth to live, and let live and then leave by being buried to fertilize the soils that make the graveyards an abode for...
ife, you are the reason why these words take a stroll on the wheels of my thumbs...my pen...my ink to a never ever land of forever to proclaim you as...