Tag: mystery

Wildflower

They like it when she’s dark; past pouring from pores and love just around the corner, like a caterpillar, impatient, crawling through clover wishing to be beautiful, all
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Voices

A Spring breeze scuds past my ear as an inner voice speaks. Neither makes much of an impression my mind being distracted somewhat. Daffodils sway, in their leaning,
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