Writing poems to be forgotten as fires consume the city hills and equestrian statues sink beneath the pooling water. Everything is fine. Men whose brains are on fire push us on toward destinations chosen over drinks at manic lunches. It is all woozy and thrilling if your soul is broken just enough. bewildered, we go on within The grand designs of great men too dull & afraid to live among love, kindness & imagination.
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