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The Frozen Time

  She walks in line with the devil each booted step heavier than the next.   Snippets of truth come to me and spread over my existence like the sun warms the Earth on frozen days. I am supposed to be doing something and yet the something is not defined. The complexity of knowing too … Continue reading

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