hypocritepoet

Tall walls. Walls that even sunlight cannot penetrate. No sound. No scent.

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The way of the wise is a quiet strength, rooted in reverence, blooming in restraint.

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I'm wiped out today.

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good reminder, Henry David

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A dream moment

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Man, the things that come to us in the middle of the night.

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Even prophets lay down under trees. Even heroes get tired.

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Beachside – Cape Coast, 2010

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so i stole them and stashed them here.

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