A ‘do’,
Like a Cockatoo.
Reminded me, of you.
You being the holler-er, of feathered things.
Miss you.
Me.
A ‘do’,
Like a Cockatoo.
Reminded me, of you.
You being the holler-er, of feathered things.
Miss you.
Me.
writing as a way of life
My ramblings poems and musings enjoy or not no pressure
The varied thoughts of a millennial modern linguist.
Talking about real things
Poetry and Poems
All that is me!
CRIME WRITER
Fabulously Refined/Wildy Inappropriate
A home for the stories and poems that got away.
I Kill My Own Spiders
character limited descriptions kind of give me anxiety
A few new poems every week. Haikus on Sundays.
Miss you too babe.
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