Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us. Everything else about us is dead machinery.
Spiny thought.
DescriptionJust a thought ,a prickly one.
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I told a whopper of a lie,
and as corroding years went by,
forgotten by the ones concerned
bright embers of my conscious burned.
Will I thaw the mystery,
that froze concealed by history.
Would knowing breach a blissful day,
friendship melt and fall away.
These spiny thoughts I fight,
juggling with regards to right,
shall I let the sleeping lay,
or, admit all and draw my pay.
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AdamS
Thursday, 23rd February 2012 | 06:51 pm
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