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wind blow the sigarett's.
wind blow the soul.
wind blow...
stop this moment ...
now?
how?
meow
hail to the rissing sun..
fin
wind blow the soul.
wind blow...
stop this moment ...
now?
how?
meow
hail to the rissing sun..
fin
Published 25th Dec 2022
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26th Dec 2022 2:57pm
I like the brevity of this. You conjure up an image and then leave us to make meaning out of it.
Just a small thing - spellings 'cigarettes' and 'rising'. Those would enhance. :)
Just a small thing - spellings 'cigarettes' and 'rising'. Those would enhance. :)
