WHEN NO STORM COMEShehirsarahMar 14, 20221 min readI steal through secret morning streetswith no excuse – no work or exercise but just the need to feel the pinch of nightbefore morning’s harsh reality throws light,like a blinding spot, on troubled times.This city is not mine.
I steal through secret morning streetswith no excuse – no work or exercise but just the need to feel the pinch of nightbefore morning’s harsh reality throws light,like a blinding spot, on troubled times.This city is not mine.
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