Silence
My audience, my reason?
A steering wheel, my own fault.
It will not hear, neither will I.
Why bother conveying this?
You must know.
Yet you will never hear.
Solace in release.
Distraught in the moment thereafter.
Tuesday 26th April 2022 3:52 pm
Browsing
Browsing
I think I need a jacket
It's getting very cold
I'll have a look online
It's very easy, so I'm told
I'm not sure that I like it
It feels like it's quite forced
As I swipe through all the options
But there's some I like of course
The first one was suitable,
The pockets just too shallow,
Number three felt like a winner,
Better suited to another fellow
I sometimes sit and...
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