The Start.

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By John Moore

The start. They say it’s the hardest part. When the weight of possibility becomes the burden of choice and we know not who or when to devote our heart. So we seek and strive in art, torn apart, betwixt servility and self-determination our voice made for our ears- or theirs. But so paths depart and I remain at the start trapped within time waiting for something to happen and then?

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