They tell me what to do and I listen, Taking turns to impart their wisdom. Calculating, methodical, completely anachronical, Pushing me to color outside the lines, To embrace anarchy and rebel. Walking the halls of memory, I can hear them all clearly, The voices of those whom I lost, Jimminy Crickets, In my head, Pulling […]
Voices (A Poem)

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