http://slow.writerscafe.org/krisrandolf The original writings of author Randolf Ramos en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776252615 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If you could read people as they are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krisrandolf/2863621/ I thought humble is absolute, but tolerance is, the ultimate humbleness. For in every wisdom that education bestowed, virtue remains our shackle and self oppression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krisrandolf/2831200/ Within my veins flows this blood of oppressionOf which Bleeding, I cannot contain.Though twisted, not my maladyIt shows as self inflicted pain?And through time I succumb to graveI wished this blood renewed anewNever will I succumb to deathWithout curing inequity. Ti's twisted, my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/krisrandolf/2810765/ She gave everything, yet love is still overflowing.A no ordinary valentine. 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