Jacynda 2y ago Taste of Death Death stings and makes us bitterLike a cup of milkOnce full and satisfying more…
Jacynda 2y ago imbalance My feet feel mangledTwisted away from the earthWhy does productivity make my way-more…
Jacynda 3y ago Whisper Sometimes I have nothing to sayLike a cloud coming and choking out my voice.No one hears me more…
