Not My Failure

Rating: 5.0
The body implicates the
philosophy for lullaby. Something
sleeps between moons. A simile wakes.

The hands reach out for
the unborn prodigy. Will you catch
my words of celebrations?

The boneless truth will
not help. I want a burning candle
to write your name in the sky.
Wednesday, February 17, 2021
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