.
often it is the only
etched thing
between you and
improbability.
no stink kicked up,
no feigning love,
no affluence
can even
hatch it.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 7th, 2022 08:38
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Good write CB.
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