The stars whirl through the endless cosmos.
Upon the seams of my dress, sending a breath
Of wind through the gnarled braids of vagabonds,
Tag: life
Cursed VIII~
[8] ~ Life’s Riddles
Alex goes home.
The Sweeper
Bell jars neatly line le bureau.
Comets of passing time corked
Within frames withering.
Tramps
The blood shared and battles fared.
Time lightens darkness in shades of grey.
This road has left us scarred scared and screwed.
Family will be made of us all.
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