by sophiasummerNorthland, New Zealand
Apr 2017 644 Views 0 comments
The writers scene
drifting
blocked
what unlocked
permission
submission
flicking flavour
stealing full stops
a creeping
command
of
sentences
that
call
"Give me the bright time"
blocked
what unlocked
permission
submission
flicking flavour
stealing full stops
a creeping
command
of
sentences
that
call
"Give me the bright time"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2017
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