Chaos and clamor
Propel me to solitude.
Who are the mad ones?
cronechronicler
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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terrorist
care not for humanity
mad… retarded… all
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you ask
i speak my mind
forgive me
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i dilly i dally
my time well spent… your memories
await… moving on
Yes to the heartlessness of terrorists. Thanks for dilly dallying and reading the Memoirs of my trip to England and France.