Pointless riverbed, where do you guide my two feet? Dirty soles splish splash!
By Reid Christmanna day ago in Poets
"This is the last page of this journal. A record of strife that I never wish to read through again. Unfortunately, I will need to buy a new one.
I thought to sketch a butterfly, my notebook open in my lap as the pages glowed in the moonlight. Pen to paper, mind to hand,
By Reid Christmann4 days ago in Poets
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