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.
Thursday, February 20, 2020
Girls are such freaks.
.
.
Still?
I... get it.
Mostly.
Of flesh or spirit, one haunts, taunts, holds. As well as able, I remember.
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