

After ImageWe see the past As something gone and yet held fast recorded on computer chip retained the trip a page from then what is no moreAfter Image
it was is when
what's been before is now again and not


Catharsis ContinuedIf I could would I rewind the tape which holds the parts I played unscripted then. But was it I who penned those lines which in such time would mark my fateCatharsis Continued
too much undone too much too late too weak the hands to hold the line which dangles bait before the eyes
which hold the key to higher skies and fairer state with moans and sighs the heart it


Catharsis Continued-Off KeyThe cadence throughout time the sameCatharsis Continued-Off Key
monotonous unending repeating frames
of squandered rhyme to ears ever pretending
Of use to whom
This hapless song It's home withal compelling abuse and gloom a tale too long a tome not worth the telling.
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I'm here to bring you colors, variety and thoughts with my Photography.
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Knowledge is power!
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Malapropism is my fiend.
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Malapropism is my fiend.
(I know, I know...)
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# et puis...
# ... un rêve sans étoiles est un rêve oublié
E T S Y │ B L O G
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To Narnia and the North, Live long and prosper but most of all Shalom
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To Narnia and the North, Live long and prosper but most of all Shalom
[link]
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To Narnia and the North, Live long and prosper but most of all Shalom
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