We were waiting not to write stuff.
‘Not to’ decision hangs fire in sleep
Where it is tucked away from dust.
It is poem between sleep and sleep,
About body’s ongoing dust project
Till a final dust settles on the earth.
We were waiting not to write stuff.
‘Not to’ decision hangs fire in sleep
Where it is tucked away from dust.
It is poem between sleep and sleep,
About body’s ongoing dust project
Till a final dust settles on the earth.
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