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Post by oskar345 on May 2, 2016 8:17:21 GMT 1
The Unfinished There is a recurring dream or reality about a door in the forest, I knock on the door I try the handle to open it but it is looked, yet I sense there are beings of the past reluctant to open up and reveal the truth Whose Truth? If you ever hear all will be revealed There is nothing after death…why should there be? Death means no life and nothing come after except annoying dreams that make the hopeless into despair. the cruelties of dreams are about tomorrow when you know there will be no this is not so, the planning of planting potatoes keeps us sane and the plums on the tree but I do like the taste of new potatoes as I like the aroma of a young girl not yet ready to be plucked
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