No Longer, Fate, will I Bow to You
10/26/18
Treacherous commonalities frayed upon the mundane match, shallow when hidden but a flickering, splintering dispatch, with wooden fingertips sawing like paper rolls into a shallow, zealous scratch.
- j.a.m
YOU ARE READING
hidden lampshades.
Poetry[PROSE POETRY] this is me voicing my thoughts on my everyday life. Started: 10/26/18 Ended: *ongoing* Copyright © 2018 EMOTICK All Rights Reserved.
