She is the light
the shadow follows behind.
She is the distraction
that blinds them from the havoc darkness brings.
Fall in love with her,
and all else shall fall.
01.14.19
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In the Wee Small Hours
PoesiaLittle thoughts in prose, song and poetry. (Previously titled 'Raconteur') Copyright © 2018 by @janeoswyn. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photoc...
