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{Sevenling: Do you find me?}

,, Do you find me amusing? Confusing, refusing to paint inside the li(n)es? Or am I con -founding, astounding, Sir -rounding your corners with smiles? No need to sling nor fling your answer now; I’m busy singing.   .. Another … Continue reading

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The Invention of Days

… Was it His intention to push clouds around, {zebras, elephants, great ivory ships} slip light on through those cotton candy puffs, give us just enough voice choice power to hang ourselves on hope? This I know: there’s an Artist … Continue reading

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