Will you love me away for a day, and night in any way. Today or another day there is a cure, for your thoughts are pure. I know of this, but these are vain thoughts of older males, as the dust settles your trying to find your shine, or clean a window pane as the gust of wind blows, I walk past you every day, you do not know my name and I ask if only for a day if we went away, shyness cripples me I dare not ask, and so I walk past, a thousand memories of what could of been with you are now gone.
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Author: Mason Cult Poet
Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning..
What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this
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