The Poet Enters - During The Drought
The ground was so hot that waves of heat rose skyward, like invisible ribbons, shimmering in the wind. Looking through these transparent ribbons, the buildings seemed to be melting in the sunlight.
Enter The Poet - On A Different Chapter
The life that we think we're living is just a narrative we tell ourselves; let’s hope the people we share it with are reading from the same pages.
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