The night moves and all souls follow.
At night we lay. Begging for the end of our sorrows….
At night we Swallow
Category: Promt Me I dare You…..
A Dime Nor A Penny…
Refined in China.
Aged in Quebec.
Abridged in and Trimmed in Thailand.
Revised in Africa’s land.
Stamped with many a places and times.
Never ceasing to critique and develop the width of my spine.
The world is my editorial board.
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Kissed her soul.
Hugged bravery down her spine.
Commanded time to unlay its hands.
Pleaded for her to stand.
