The Poet Anarchist
The best portion of a good man's life: his little, nameless unremembered acts of kindness and love.
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August 03, 2019
The pains of being an eary bird. in Goodbye, my youth.
Here I am, 9 in the morning of a beautiful summer saturday, drinking coffee. MK is sleeping, so the courtains are closed and this is in total darkness but the laptop. When I was younger I used to...
