The Tunnel
No windows only doors. No corners only spaces, crammed with graying hues. Shadows bent by sun rays that have traveled too far. Complacent minds would...
No windows only doors. No corners only spaces, crammed with graying hues. Shadows bent by sun rays that have traveled too far. Complacent minds would...
Can I trouble you for a nickel, to drown my sorrows? Can I trouble you for a word, to tell my tale? Can I trouble...
Edison Pool Words are but slivers, that poke and prod, feelings to rise, from distant surfaces, where they dwell, in unseen pools of memories, stored...
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