ParallelA Poem by PerditionLet these hands from hands go kindly Let them stretch into their opened light Minds do not mind so much a sunless sky gazing in froth and velvet Struggling to a train without the means or destination Two bodies free as one beneath a leper's crown uncaring as invested I think about these wretched hounds at the dark ends of the prowl But in the oneness and the tapestry some lives no longer want or wait for the closure of their parallel © 2023 PerditionReviews
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1 Review Added on December 18, 2022 Last Updated on January 14, 2023 AuthorPerditionVAAboutTwo quids from the soul of a clown: Keep writing, otherwise I refer to Mr. Cobain below~ more..Writing
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