http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pyrrhonian The original writings of author Steven en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775981067 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 find medown hereunder layer fivewhere my nose itches and you know whywhere you recallmy memoryof stained wallsfrom all the smoke and the sinfrom myselffrom schizophrenic fatherand no alcohol allowedknow me theresee me therebefore and afterhear my childhoodfind my facepuffy with tearsor over-bright w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pyrrhonian/1741627/ Just a little advice. Or not. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pyrrhonian/1515623/ I have acted like a foolwho was unable to dealwith the burdenof his own emotions.I was dancing by myself,stroking the long armof a marble statue,reveling in its coolness.I was unaware they were mocking me.I would not have cared if I had realized. 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