In existence, where we roam with our eyes closed after the last hour, Our separateness becomes nothing of a divide- Pronounce your words if you’re capable. The 21 remains. Walk calmly, see clearly, and notice the false prophet entered into view, just below your thumb. -M. Taggart
Poem- — mtaggartwriter
Poem- — mtaggartwriter

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