Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
how about in the back of a cab her neck glistens--his words glow so softlyI dunno, just a thought...
glowing words make necks glisten - hmmmm that is interesting. A bit sci-fi! haha!.
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how about in the back of a cab her neck glistens--his words glow so softly
I dunno, just a thought...
glowing words make necks glisten - hmmmm that is interesting. A bit sci-fi! haha!
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