I am grateful, the words stops in midair
unable to continue the remaining parts of the grace-
her graces spill out like beads,
times like these, when the wind fills the holes in her lungsunable to continue the remaining parts of the grace-
her graces spill out like beads,
and heat drains at the end of a long hour- her mind wonders
what would experience feel like
if she could tell
the whole world a tale in a single word?.
the whole world a tale in a single word?.
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