Searching for communication, beautiful conversations, but I’m wounded.
Am I too far away, too far gone to say anything right?
Bumping into furniture dark nights, lacking any and all sight, hoping my beaten toes will survive until daybreak.
Searching for communication, beautiful conversations, but I’m wounded.
Am I too far away, too far gone to say anything right?
Bumping into furniture dark nights, lacking any and all sight, hoping my beaten toes will survive until daybreak.
More about me soon. Thanks for reading and sharing.
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