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this is sublime. vengeful tides of occasions spent thinking too much have sent me spinning out of de-controlled skies again & this sudden urging urgency to be everyone's knight in used armour will not penetrate through my outer skin I cannot sit here anymore sit here & watch as the skin turns to bones, turns to dust, turns to.. I remember meeting this elderly woman on Bank Street in 2007 & what struck me the most about her was that circumstances never for a second trampled her smile.. her love of life seemed to contradict an article I read several weeks later that stated all those without a home were junkies, one hundred percent of them would take change offered to them & fetch their fix.. I knew that just couldn't be.. there are stories the woman who gave her son up for adoption.. I think her name was Tricia.. the nineteen-year-old girl, Chloe, sitting by the Rideau Centre.. & the elderly woman, I did not catch her name..but I'm sure someone out there has called her "Mom" in the past.. yes this is sublime. the tides are swelling high now & occasions spent thinking too much about what's on the horizon are throwing me into deafening spins..
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 9:49 AM UTC
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this is sublime. vengeful tides of occasions spent thinking too much have sent me spinning out of de-controlled skies again & this sudden urging urgency to be everyone's knight in used armour will not penetrate through my outer skin I cannot sit here anymore sit here & watch as the skin turns to bones, turns to dust, turns to.. I remember meeting this elderly woman on Bank Street in 2007 & what struck me the most about her was that circumstances never for a second trampled her smile.. her love of life seemed to contradict an article I read several weeks later that stated all those without a home were junkies, one hundred percent of them would take change offered to them & fetch their fix.. I knew that just couldn't be.. there are stories the woman who gave her son up for adoption.. I think her name was Tricia.. the nineteen-year-old girl, Chloe, sitting by the Rideau Centre.. & the elderly woman, I did not catch her name..but I'm sure someone out there has called her "Mom" in the past.. yes this is sublime. the tides are swelling high now & occasions spent thinking too much about what's on the horizon are throwing me into deafening spins..
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Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 9:49 AM UTC
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