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You’re too
heavy to
fly, no
matter how
bright, or
light.

There’s
distorted
vistas of
wealth and
bling,
and I
climbed for
that vision
to find
nothing there,
working in
place so
I
don’t sink further
but flapping
My arms
makes me tired
and I fall
Pressed
crushed
on
all sides

Fallen,
where dreams
go to die….

 

 

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I currently have an e-book of poetry being sold for under a dollar for 99 cents,“Conflicts”.

Sales go to the support of my poetry and limited profit liability company, Stone Temple Micro-Finance and Research, L3C.

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