wishes
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LANDAY FOR AUGUST In penumbra deep, I count the stars, Each wish a whimper, drinking in bars. Waiting to soar on wings of words, Paper untouched, my pen cuts the cord. Read more
LANDAY FOR AUGUST In penumbra deep, I count the stars, Each wish a whimper, drinking in bars. Waiting to soar on wings of words, Paper untouched, my pen cuts the cord. Read more