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I’ve been face down in the dust before, Counting cracks in a concrete floor, Talking to ghosts of the man I’d been, Letting old mistake..

I learned early that loud men lose. It’s the quiet ones that move markets. It’s those that never raise their pulse. Control isn’t..

The wind rolls over my bare arms. Hitting my skin it makes my heartbeat fall into rhythm. Colors I can see, but I can’t recall the names, ..

A confession

Love

friendship

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