ursprache
sometimes the words escape me
3.23.2019
piñata poem
Sitting in the workshop hearing the others critique his poem he began to visualize them as blind-folded children flailing at the air, trying to strike the piñata in hopes it would spill some candy and trinkets at their feet.
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