Sometimes it etches

Sometimes it etchesit can only come through certain meansa word that’s embedded in nonsensein lines that aren’t continuousin languages unspokenbody parts unseen In flickers of candle lights at nightwhen one’s alone in the darkin blistering pain, hungerfrustration, exhaustion, boredomin the pain of a headachewhen one wants to dance but one can’t in the right placeContinue reading “Sometimes it etches”

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