They used to play here,
but have retreated.
They now hide,
afraid to leave
the comfort of wrinkles
in crumpled drafts.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 5:03 AM UTC
They used to play here,
but have retreated.
They now hide,
afraid to leave
the comfort of wrinkles
in crumpled drafts.
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