Vignette
hoard some tears
tis just night-time,
light of dawn too
craves nourishing.
tis just night-time,
light of dawn too
craves nourishing.
A place to scribble words. Allow them to take shape. Sometimes they lead me to a merry dance; sometimes dancing to their own tune or even running away. Maybe one day they will tango with me and then....
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