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Irises Witnessing  I don't necessarily believe in moira,  as the Greeks laid it out, doubting...  although, I do have faith in everyone  having a mighty purpose, promising  everything is balancing on a tightrope  of betterment, yet some choose doom  allowing their wings to crumble under  the weight of the weary world's gloom  instead the air is an aerial playground, but they're perpetually shot down, aim irises witnessing those colorful heavens, stillness, takes deep the time, aforesaid James Kenneth Blaylock 1-4-18
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC
Irises Witnessing
Irises Witnessing  I don't necessarily believe in moira,  as the Greeks laid it out, doubting...  although, I do have faith in everyone  having a mighty purpose, promising  everything is balancing on a tightrope  of betterment, yet some choose doom  allowing their wings to crumble under  the weight of the weary world's gloom  instead the air is an aerial playground, but they're perpetually shot down, aim irises witnessing those colorful heavens, stillness, takes deep the time, aforesaid James Kenneth Blaylock 1-4-18
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Jan 4, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC
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