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The Gigolo multiple times a day admired himself in the mirror, until he no longer adored what he observed. * Find More Poetry HERE BACK TO …
Power | The Drug That Flows Through The Veins…
Why do people cling so much to power? From kings to presidents to prime ministers to dictators to CEO’s of public companies, all the way down…
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STOP Turn around I left my ego at the last filling station. NO Forget that I’m Free and no longer hauling debris. …
Haiku #186
Standing top of hill Screaming that you have control No one can hear you Back to HOME PAGE Copyright© Edge of Humanity LLC 2017
