I imagine there are those who Know who they are – Have always known Never having to depend on The pragmatism of scoundrels or The kindness of strangers Unlike the fallen fool Who rushes every sparkling idea Until it dims With agitation and distance Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: GONE MAIL: DECIDING WHAT’S WORTH A READNext Next post: EVERY TEACHER PRAYS
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