It Was The Quiet – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

perceived to be, though I could not see, winds of change, left in the dying day, we are not thee, for who we wished to be, seen in dreams, the eyes of we, loud and forward, to the end of the night, flying downward, we went to sea, plastic fortresses, without me…


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