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Harris Halting is a I.N.F.J layman writer, creating freestyle poetry as an outlet for his emotions for over thirty years. Halting is currently working on gaining an online audience. Other than poetry, Harris creates and listens to music, analyzes human interactions, watches SpongeBob SquarePants, and sadly responds using cheesy references. He can be reached at WritingReadingWright@Gmail.com View all posts by Harris Halting