Random Ramblings 12

A chaotic play with words

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The infant crawls — the money falls — the preacher preachers — the child grows weakness. The money commences to shapen into the unmistaken — the scents it spreads infiltrates the child’s head — the addiction takes control; it now unfolds.

The writing is now written on the wall; there are notable truths that will conclude in torn shoes or boots. Blood, sweat and…

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Aiden Riley

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I deliver my opinions on society, culture, psychology, mental health and more. I also write poetry. Email me here for a chat or a gig: Riley_writes@outlook.com

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