Oct 2019
The night unloads at
the crossroads,
this way for the day,
Tuesday drifts in like
Marie Celeste
some say cursed,
others, blessed,
being undecided I
will wait and see.
the crossroads,
this way for the day,
Tuesday drifts in like
Marie Celeste
some say cursed,
others, blessed,
being undecided I
will wait and see.
(68/Here and now)
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