The Ramblings of one Partical-ular mind. Using words to create a cohesive whole of the universe. Poems and Foreign languages and mixed media.
The moon begins to fall The distance I thought so far It seems was not far at all
Far off a bright shining star, Beckons a clarion call, The cry feels so bizarre,
The journey starts with a crawl Accompanied by guitars While Moon furthers falls
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