One Hundred Feet Inside My Ear
One hundred feet inside my ear, randomness finding order. Never does it try to stop, the sole purpose, that takes up the void. Moving around […]
One hundred feet inside my ear, randomness finding order. Never does it try to stop, the sole purpose, that takes up the void. Moving around […]
A million miles from nowhere. I hope I’m somewhere. No way to judge where; but by the stream of ideas, crossing my path. They carry […]
They said your voice was too soft, your hands too small, your fingers too delicately thin, your stature too slight, your hair too straight and […]
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