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Things make sense when they do or don't make sense.

By H.LorePublished 3 years ago 1 min read

Today my body was above my head,

Strange till I realized I was upside down instead.

The sky was pixelated today,

But that was just my lens covered in clay.

It still remains that all of time will become history today.

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H.Lore

experienced writer diving into the world of writing once again. I tend to lean towards writing short fiction stories, novels, and prose. Collaboration is always fun, feel free to reach out if interested in a joint project.

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