The world is a shell. But now what?
The sun is a quintet. But the drummer was robbed.
You are invisible and move like the moon. On three legs of falling leaves.
This is the way to lose.
By the seams of our nativities.
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“By the seams of our nativities”
Top notch.
Glad to have discovered your writing. You have a delicate sensibility with words. It is said that less is often more. So it is here. Glad you make and share.
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Thanks Casey! I feel the same about your writing. I’m really glad you liked it. And thank you for reading.
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