The baker cuts shape,
out of the flattened dough.
Each time the metal…
Day: November 7, 2020
Warm me with your eyes,
hold my hand,
light me with your stars,
if I don’t follow you,
it’s because I’m at your side
I suppose it must have asked,
whether someone wanted to climb,
but the clouds above…
It’s an odd idea,
that we can just click a button,
and the past can flood out…
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