Photo by Teresa Rautio on Pexels.com The snow falls like crumpled pieces of off white construction paper On a frigid landscape of charcoal concrete and yellow dashes At the bus stop bench sits a gray haired man In a tan, burly coat smoking a cigarette with a withered hand It has seen the passage of … Continue reading Steel Toes
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Photo by brotiN biswaS on Pexels.com What I Could Say? I can say a lot But I get stuck somewhere in between phrases Going in and out of phases So I’m spicy like mildsauce But my tempo is caunjan So I say less I don’t want to offend you So I get stressed … Continue reading What I Could Say?
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