Maneuvering man
Must might matter most?
Must muscle make most?
Master meekness Mr. Maneuvre
Meekness moulds more might
Meekness mends mauled men
Meekness meeting might make marvelous marks
Master meekness Mr. Maneuvre
About the Creator
Gal Mux
Lover of all things reading & writing, 🥭 &
🍍salsas, 🍓 & vanilla ice cream, MJ & Beyoncé.
Nothing you learn is ever wasted - Berry Gordy
So learn everything you can.
Spectating
I can't imagine dying like this, in a place like this; on a cold, dirty pavement with rush hour traffic screaming by and a crowd looking on while paramedics struggle to find space to move. Who could? Deep down we all think there should be a reason, a moment of clarity... or a family presence, at least. For this man, this boy, the rail thin woman lighting a cigarette in a faux fur jacket will have to do - she's been here since the start, her eyes tracking the movement of my shoulders as we fight to keep him on the right side of the line.
By S. A. Crawford6 days ago in Fiction
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