Living
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1 min readJul 26, 2017
When I was alive,
life had such exquisite edges…
seductive in passing,
leaving acerbic cuts,
like paper passing over…
When I was alive,
life had such exquisite edges…
seductive in passing,
leaving acerbic cuts,
like paper passing over…
Smallholder, novelist, unexpected poet, procrastinator, midnight worrier