The Devil's Diaries
Poetry. Fiction. Art. Photography.
Tuesday, 14 June 2022
Desolate
Most remained here with me
I gave some to the wind
the wind that separated my toes
but something
stayed
crept
poked
inside
whispered
never mind the
frost outside
inside is just as
cold
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