Through a muddy split window, the wild winds whip.
The dark of day descends,
as checkered quilts wave goodbye, off to new realms.
And I, fresh from a steamy shower,
empty the vacuumed dirt of a hundred days,
absorbing a dark disease.
Stories, poetry, narratives of true experience, and guests who have moved me.
Pondering dark diseases, of which there are too many….your posts make me think, thank you! This one is very deep.
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