dedicated to the faces i know, every face i’ve known and every face unknown.

these thoughts can’t be numbered, so no contents or page numbers.. except for the time they were written.

when i write, a part of me is torn to paper. the keys that i press, erase my pain.. i shrug, knowing you will read what i had to say.. and if not, i'll still die smiling, knowing the soul i painted, will live even after the pavement overlays.

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a note to you; i write my poetry the way it must be read (word for word/acronym/verse) if you, which I'm certain will likely, disagree with spelling/grammar, you musn't correct me, as it will discomfort the flow and/or general imagery of my poetry.

just enjoy the ride.. peace.

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