Just the meat, No gristle.
This flower that blossomed
was unhappy that day
As it’s pedal fell to the ground
Screaming a sound of silence
The pedal floating down
Hell bound
No more
Because life wasn’t wasted.
As it will nourish in Neo-vintage.
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Freemason and father of two boys and a girl, living in Los Angeles, California. Emerson College Alumni always looking for a new adventure. Eight years of Catholic school, now Taoist leaning trying to be Zen in my journey of life. View more posts
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