Thursday, 2 May 2019

A little poem

Go back before that. Then before that. Abide in this. each thought sprouting up. Plucking them puts them back into the soil. I hear the kettle.



Submitted May 02, 2019 at 07:00PM by old_boy24 http://bit.ly/2ZNKvzf
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