Door

Devious half-smile, raised eyebrow drawn low: you look like a lot of people I know. Either suffocating-cracked or lush-malignant never mowed, the field doesn’t matter if you don’t know how to grow. Stuck between sand and sea, not staying not going; the wheel of time won’t spin anymore. Narcissist masks shatter over throwing— I’ll meetContinue reading “Door”

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