Look, you know me... I hear the train whistle blowing, a shadow there, a truth without wings... Look, you know Me. Something hidden is there. Why such strength that I am leading them where they need go to find the truth? Not sure why's relevant, even the how is secondary to my doing it.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


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