An Unsent Message
I’ve lost count of the life’s I’ve lived In troubled waters of eternal rifts I seek a pebble to revolt And throw it…
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April 15, 2013
Ahh…starving tramp at the street.. Ye tasted sorrow and regret When ye knew the road as your bed What kept you going…
The curtain draws upon the scene. It is my last day at the local social club I had joined. Thankfully, there was nothing…
What’s your first impression of Chaplin? Do you see the tiny tramp overpowering his reality? Can you feel the motley of emotions…