Cut me and I bleed poetry
A soul wandering this realm
Having a human experience
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Second Tuesday of November
No one knew how the event really started. Between a few beverages at the bar, maybe? Notes passed carefully on the street? Or, perhaps a secret meetup at early hours of the day? Whatever the root source was, we were here now on the second Tuesday of November. Nervous, but also absorbed by the allure.
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Comments (4)
Indeed! ☺️👏 Love that pic, by the way. (Not why I like it) but it also looks a bit like ghost-face haha.
This is wonderful! Love that first line.
"Cut me and I bleed poetry" I really felt that. ❤️ This is really good stuff.
Super!!! Loved it!!!♥ ♥ ♥