And then it sprinkled
not enough to wake any
momentary bliss
“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
We know that the plastic takes longer to melt as it ages. slows down- while perceptive time speeds up. Neuroplasticity. Five years ago, thr...
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