James W McDonald
Joined May 2021
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Slumber
It wasn't until I went to bed that I realised that the light of day beckoned its return, that orange glow that shined above, an ageless display, discernibly witnessed due to the earths magnetic field rejecting spectrums that reveal its true colour... white.
By James W McDonald3 years ago in Poets
Grey Fragment
I remember visiting your place, you lived across the road from a good friend I would frequent. I was sitting on your chest of draws as those who were with me left no other vacancy. We did not stay long, not that it bothered me that much as I did not know you outside of that in passing.
By James W McDonald3 years ago in Poets