Climbing, rock climbing, bouldering, inspire, soul. The untouched inside of me. A novel of ancient,. Explores my invisible world of weightless fantasies,. Romancing the untouched stories inside of me. The raven had said, it is all a nightmare that dreams, death now has grounds to grow. Their black and white is doubtful. Within their silence villains roam.

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A personal collection of poems written extemporaneously. Always on my mind,. She paces herself well,. For she races against time,. She can run a marathon,. One could call it life,. She lives each breath,. As she runs swiftly,. One step at a time,. She runs with passion,. A rhythm in each stride,. Her heartbeats are the music,. To watch her feet dance,. Like a cheetah in pursuit,. A predator on the hunt,. She runs like the wind,.

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