“Dappled Spectacle” We lived on the second floor growing up. The sounds of neighborhood proximity danced through the screens and curtain sheers on sunny shadowed mornings. The aliveness of the day pulled us out of our sweaty summer beds, and coaxed us out, out….
“My Tired” My tired stretches outward, and underwhelms. Staunch narcoleptics, snoring pots and pans to beat the band. Slumber robs youth of steady confidence. Methodical metronome, cadence of an old age home, waiting to retire. Sweaty yellow pillowcases carry the weight of the world….
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And just like that she built the Queendom she always wanted.
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Me.. Era !