Unfinished.
Missing.
My grave stone,
will be etched
in every crevice and nook
nothing will be alone.
Breathless.
Still.
That is my will.
Unfinished.
Missing.
My grave stone,
will be etched
in every crevice and nook
nothing will be alone.
Breathless.
Still.
That is my will.
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I know Charlie I’ve been very lax in my liking, commenting but I have not gone away continue to drop by and browse – glad all continues to be well with you. Chris.
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Hi Chris. All well here. Hope all is well there. I too have been MIA this year, can’t believe we’re on the brink of October already.
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Positive thinking Charlie, positive thinking.
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