In a dream,
the millipede pleads to me
for his freedom.
I look the other way
and as quickly as he
emerged from the dirt
He is gone.
Apr 26, 2020
Apr 26, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
In a dream,
the millipede pleads to me
for his freedom.
I look the other way
and as quickly as he
emerged from the dirt
He is gone.
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