Unity no longer makes the bunch.
But the woes of a healthy mind.
A collection renegading stability.
An unhealthy habitat for man’s mind.
A lot of independencies yet dependent.
Accuracy of abundance in emergencies.
Refusing clarity but still so confused.
Posing a supposed picture so perfect; a free ant.
Rising to uncalled occasions.
Forgetting home is not unison imposed.
Nor stability reposed but preposed.
Journeying to a fairyland of whims.
Those which suffer him no balance.
Treading the paths of a dabbling duck.
Relinquishing the wonders of the tent.
He failed to understand what was so simple.
Family beats unity; stability hence colloquial falls.
For it was at yonder we all stood in acquiescence.
Now, the world we live in falls united.
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I'm the cauldron and my words are the herbs. My thoughts being the furnace on which my potions are refined. Journey with me as I continually refine elixirs to help you cultivate.
The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm6 days ago in Fiction
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