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Post by artolmaeus on Aug 24, 2022 22:39:33 GMT -6
sometimes there is no repair plan no plan for when you break yourself no forge or melted gold to rejoin sometimes, there is no plan at all oh, there are stories, at least three good, bad and one with no charge you pay for the tickets, you ride the rides and it ends short of expectation sometimes you are broken and broke and so you limp around, no one really tests that while you watch and wonder 🤔 are you inside looking out and how thick the glass
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Post by anirbas on Oct 8, 2022 22:14:09 GMT -6
How thick the glass I test it Laying my palms against it I caress the wall Gleaning nothing but the bitter bright feel Of brittle obduracy ready to gaily slash Me to jagged pieces if I chance escape From this cage of pristine transparency
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Post by artolmaeus on Oct 25, 2022 19:27:15 GMT -6
what a beautiful word, obduracy. I have never experienced it. like finding a near mint gold coin lost by Columbus from isabella and Ferdinand. I yield all my bonus points for this!! my vocabulary is richer...man oh man it is a word that resonates to me. thank you
Nir!
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