When the leaves of our lives
are riddled by time,
time will tell
in hues of red and yellow,
black and white,
that roots so deep
are nourished by past falls.
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An attempt at self-actualization
The idea here is that I will post bits of personal literature and subject them to the harsh criticisms of the online community. That being said, I welcome any, preferably constructive, criticisms. After all, the finest wines are all made from stepped on grapes. So be cruel if need be; these are all living documents which I hope to make better with age.
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- Anthony Kirchner
- Chester, NJ, United States
- See that pic of me in a sweater? You know you can trust a guy in a sweater.
My assiduous logorrhea, like mental diarrhea, or worse, melena, is a sign of my brain's hemorrhaging.
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