late cave of night new cadence bimodal sleep moseyed to my reading chair allowing fingers to smooth, to choose they know my need for consolation, to dive beneath the thrum into the core— poems will point why here why now why me?
beautiful!
Thank you, Julie!
I love this Amrita.✨💖✨
Thank you!
beautiful!
Thank you, Julie!
I love this Amrita.✨💖✨
Thank you!