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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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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