running out
I can feel it all leaving me as I sit here juggling words—
the way you can feel the sand under your feet
running out with the tide
Soon there will be silence
no living words at all only the dead ones that stack neatly
I can feel it all leaving me as I sit here juggling words—
the way you can feel the sand under your feet
running out with the tide
Soon there will be silence
no living words at all only the dead ones that stack neatly
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