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Daily Archives: April 30, 2022
(in the key of clack) :: we’ve left our black smudges on the pages of each other’s hearts. we’ve flirted, we’ve fallen.we’ve phrased. we’re right here last callin’glasses raised for one moreround, glass syllables clinkedand jackets donned. and now as we soldier on (as these … Continue reading
you have been living with my ghost. the rest of me is gone,wisp’d way by grief. all that’s left here are remnants hanging in the air ,words not said old smoke rings and other barely there things. :: In April, we poem.