call r.matlack Haiku, poetry March 3, 2022February 9, 2022 1 Minute his call, wicked, wild tears through the eve with a smile echoing on for miles Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published by r.matlack View all posts by r.matlack Published March 3, 2022February 9, 2022
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