Nov 2014
Crickets
in my ear.
They cry out for something, somewhere.
Where?
It’s just a sound.
Something, somewhere.
Something.
Existing
just to be forgotten.
in my ear.
They cry out for something, somewhere.
Where?
It’s just a sound.
Something, somewhere.
Something.
Existing
just to be forgotten.
(Asheville, NC)
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