A wrinkle of mine grew
beyond common wisdom
a divine proposition;
each road taken drawn
upon one’s face.
A younger one uncharted
the elders well-traveled;
unborn within the queue.
:: 03.07.2020 ::
A wrinkle of mine grew
beyond common wisdom
a divine proposition;
each road taken drawn
upon one’s face.
A younger one uncharted
the elders well-traveled;
unborn within the queue.
:: 03.07.2020 ::
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