Into whose hands

You, fallen shattered on impact scattered far and wide. We, scrambled rushed for pieces pushed in as far as they can. Babel, divided separated by minds isolated by possessive attachments. I, fallen parachute to the fringes infiltrate barriers for security. It, time for stock be taken dry air be humidified. Cobweb, formed decadence brushed aside Continue reading Into whose hands →
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Published on December 08, 2020 08:16
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