I must cut the lines with a knife and purge a part of you from my life
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Un Titere
Tag: Poetry
Poetry
sudden grief
No one knows why grief can be ginormously brief
Morning Lessons
I wonder, what have your critters taught you?
One Handle Randall
I met a man with one hand in a land between two rivers.
Finger to Key
Where would we be without the written word?
