The Poetry Project 16.0
Pre-dawn silence: even too early for the birds. Wait, no … there’s one. A solo call; it beckons for another. …
Pre-dawn silence: even too early for the birds. Wait, no … there’s one. A solo call; it beckons for another. …
Unless this virus turns people into the walking dead, my survival kit is gonna be worthless …
Unless this virus turns people into the walking dead, my survival kit is gonna be worthless …
So … I’ve decided to take a break from adulting by playing the part of someone more responsible than I …
I’m trying to put this in a little perspective. Meanwhile, half of Facebook claims we’re all freaking out, the other …
I thought she was dead? So he was with her and her? And she’s gonna end up with him? I …