(Michael): My Kind
At home with my kind, here at the end of the tried life. Fading souls; different ghostly shades all cut from the same grey rainbow. Recognized by the gaze of wrinkled eyes and dreams un-reached. We are simply accepted and never questioned. Knowing all too well that the story is longer than the…
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Posted on Thursday, 1 September
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