like little candles in the air the discreet whispers, the silent stares like broken lines of a song the peaceful slumber, the hidden groans like midnight fairies on a visit the repeating play, the mourned decay like beams of sunlight each dawn the held hands, the rehearsed monologues like dew drops on a flower theContinue reading “Arbitrary”
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