somewhere in the midst of hurried streets and scurried passengers of loaded subway cars and stifled trains sits one obscure to the land. quietly he sees past the hustle and past the confusion to a place where only the true scribe lives... he looks through then eyes of his pen...
man this piece is crafted in such a way that i am left in awe. my gift is growing just as the word says...
your gift will make room...
scribe deeper poet for the masses await your presents...
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