Mar 2021
None of it works for me
Not dance, not music, not even art.
Not words or rhymes or fairy tales
That talk of ever-after.
All of it is useless in this void.
ljm
Not dance, not music, not even art.
Not words or rhymes or fairy tales
That talk of ever-after.
All of it is useless in this void.
ljm
The Blue-moodies have attacked me again.
(F/Laughlin, Nevada)
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