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Allow me this one liberty.

Indulgence.  Take leave of me and senses.

Permit me to be a skeptic.

There are too many things that you can’t explain.

   Burning the candle at both ends

Time has reason for slowing.

Fanning the flames of bitter trend.

Discontent benign but growing?

Burning the candle at both ends

Utter indifference showing.

Scorching resentment buries a friend.

What is the question in knowing?

Communicate through pictures.

Abstract shapes stitched together.

Fragments of life.

Read between the lines.

Find connections, patterns in chaos.