the point of a poem is the explanation (the clearer picture) through the fog. and now I’m lost for words – I’m sinking spinning falling shaking. falling further
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the point of a poem is the explanation (the clearer picture) through the fog. and now I’m lost for words – I’m sinking spinning falling shaking. falling further
Filed under: broken hearts | 1 Comment »