The way to approach distorts,
already in my hands, made sleep
not hide their shortcomings and my faith
dying in their wrinkles.
With the momentum from my last force, flew
to play their promises, leaving behind the passion
of seconds before it was mine.
This life gives us lures
alone to live and then count
realities of salt to the wounds of those longings. Writing workshop virtual
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