There is nothing I would imbibe to dull this edge,
but memories of you which I may use, spurning future potentialities.
You help me project myself into the future.
Silly, sad boys abound, but I see depths in your aged eyes.
Your crows well-footed and begging,
leaving their foot tracks below your lower lids.
They are just as fine when you smile as when you frown.
I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer.
With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills.
I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here.
Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.
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My orbitals are packing their bags, darkening in their recessing distress. K is the crown of the crone
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