Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened. - Sir Winston Churchill

untouched love.

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withered hands of light met forgotten tears of love and loss desperate for the dust soaked wheel the pedal swayed brisk as clay ran free as if time were its cage and death were its key through silent beckoning of radical space withered light pressed the weary clay life became the gentle murmur the deafening silence quieted by untouched love

© Yessirmaam


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