Jul 2021
This pareidolia grips me
with fingers made of nothing
Clouds can’t lie, just are
and what I choose to see is mine
Whether this weather flatters or chides
is all inside, inside
with fingers made of nothing
Clouds can’t lie, just are
and what I choose to see is mine
Whether this weather flatters or chides
is all inside, inside
(46/M/UK)
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