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Michael of St. Joseph 🔏
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The Invitation - 5/2/20 & 6/12/20 Dust glitters on photo framed Damsel and dame don’t know his name He stood alone at tabletop Best of kin there with him to cater to a forceful grin Love I love them all Oh how many ways they love him! But one way families lack is in beauty that the eye attracts Perhaps she could be a salve to his splintered soul An image of the one who holds the world in His hands If so, the question then becomes… When do you stop being one? Another year two become… That picture. But you? Without painter The muse is missing. Your skills? Lackluster Timeless tutors yet clock moves onward Readily do we cast aside the wisdom of an elder life Or perhaps, they too are absent Wristwatch is loose, I want to fill it… ...with strength of arm and right-handed ways But I’m a lefty, oh no, dismay… ...at what I do fill, my mind of toil yet hands, idle
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Michael of St. Joseph 🔏
@michaelofstjoe
Work widens the wallet then sets the sun Muse is costly, alien to mine eyes she’s difficult to find with unsettled mind Still, I could be her Adonis Generosity would be in need to find something of worth in me Worth wrought through body gruff Calluses by callousness dawned by difficulty still to come Establish now what is to be the fruits of they labor For those who endure until the end are those who have been made men Yet made men must not forget the maiden who lead them away from sin Her excellence in endurance, assurance of they worth Not gemstones or jewelry, acts or attitudes, pleasure, or passion… But every year the two remain that picture Dust decorates the frame of the legacy left for loved ones
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trpplffct
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Great writing. Your skills are certainly not lacklustre. 108 $degen
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