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Minimalist to the Max
Hear me out for one sec.
Limit is mine,
I’ll keep it quick.
My hinterland’s given in,
given up,
gone to the skip.
I’m sticking to three thoughts a day,
much less than you think.
And still,
I vow to be,
more minimalist than succinct.
Tuesday 12th September 2023 6:46 pm
Immortality Methodology
Immortality Methodology
Always remember -
endings are new beginnings.
Here’s to the future,
where an ending waits for me
while my words live forever.
Tuesday 30th April 2019 2:31 pm
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