No title (washing away)
It wasn’t the moon wasting its silver in the murderous sea but your footsteps in sand slowly washing away, telling you’d never be back… A second cherita for Marian at […]
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Ink onto paper
for a brief moment at armistice rifles stayed silent while soldiers listened to whisper of quills bleeding ink onto paper Marian want presents the form Cherita at toads. Tomorrow it’s […]
