we speak to each-other in symbolism with common syllables of how our differences coincide as individuals we sleep and wonder
By Andrea Rountree5 years ago in Poets
The aggressive wind from my fan blazing through the width of these walls breathing, feeling, and inhaling once again oxygen filling up my lungs
Curious Sure he is Is there a cure for this? Lights and shadows Faded yellow Hue darkens my bones Favored in my aloneness
