I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Wednesday, March 20, 2019
You wound me.
.
.
Not sure who, but someone keeps playing this one, I sense with dark intent.
Yeah, I get it. I do.
The question is, do you?
If you can't keep up, don't step up. Besides, you keep what you kill.
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