small poems & small plates
Root z-2, 48She is brave to sit among the others, feeling so fragile. The shaky floor, supporting the bouncing seafarers, waiting to be seen off. Something in the vocabulary of dreams stirs a story, but it fades with the rising sun.
Root z-2, 48
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