A cool summer's eve drew sun in evening glory. At a distant fold knew better light where breeze and sound…
Roads Unturning
Of street lamps no finite end lay, I counted each whilst I drove away, Each flash became a second to…
Fleeting away
Neither was never the sore thumb stood, Shattered in the ways that humbly trod, Gained in its wary host did…
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