Paige olat

A few days ago, My hands were itchy so I let my pen have intercourse with his lover; my paper and they gave birth to her… 

In a pit of undying death, I fell 

In secret, words; deep words are said
It was the same dream, every night

Alas! It was a different dream every night 
I thot it was over

It had just began; I knew not
Amidst all odds I stand 

Swimming to survive against the tides
All is lost

Yet so much is gain 
Counting the cost for the cause

Not a thing did I withhold
The good, bad, & ugly;

All shades of beautiful gray
Profess, protect, provide;

A line from ‘ola’s book

yes, no, definitely maybe…
Paige Olat


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