United States
42° 44' 15.6084" N, 84° 31' 1.1136" W

time has no meaning

it is the same as it was 

so long ago. The tender age

passing and ripened to what 

may be our perfection.


We truly our the matching set

my beautiful friend, fortitude,sanction 

truth these are the things I have in you.

not all of them but the three words of force. 


I have held on to this when you departed

my lungs fill with as much air and I release

I sink into my self again.

It has been restored the balance for my 



We begin a blank page it is to be

whatever is our will. 

The beserker has no control.

We are like Metis and Thelma and Louise

we are unstoppable. 

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