| Final Exam |
| The sweet stink of sweat accents the accomplishment of years. At times, easy as the breeze, but the scars of rocks and hard places still paint my flesh. Soon, I'll be exiled from my comfort zone, but every closed door opens a window. Breaking into my new home, I squeeze between the sil and pane. So happy to be this sad, I'm back on the path with only life before me. ~CM |
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