Day 15: write a ‘(blank)
end’ poem (see link)
That’s the nature of a dead end.
or the echo of Christmases past,
the sprint back to a future that never happens.
Rehearsed words sound hollow when heard.
following crabs edging sideways into the sea.
Day 15: write a ‘(blank)
end’ poem (see link)
That’s the nature of a dead end.
or the echo of Christmases past,
the sprint back to a future that never happens.
Rehearsed words sound hollow when heard.
following crabs edging sideways into the sea.
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