Jul 2015
My eyes burn with anagrams
and anecdotes.
I am alone but my head
is hosting plenty
telling me to stop,
to go, to change,
to know.
I don't,
because outside the wind whispers
hush.
and anecdotes.
I am alone but my head
is hosting plenty
telling me to stop,
to go, to change,
to know.
I don't,
because outside the wind whispers
hush.
Written by
Danny Price
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