Around here,
we don’t hold
with sharpened knives.
With lit candles
or precarious positionings.
Life is safe
in dullard’s walk.
Nothing’s our fault,
and we love
the spilt milk lament.
Image from The Concordia
Comfort
Around here,
we don’t hold
with sharpened knives.
With lit candles
or precarious positionings.
Life is safe
in dullard’s walk.
Nothing’s our fault,
and we love
the spilt milk lament.
Image from The Concordia
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