loneliness
doesn't have a tongue ...
and yet it speaks
through a dripping faucet
and the tempest in my mind
Revision,A Hundred Gourds, 4:4, September 2015
A Room of My Own: "Deadline Eve" Gembun
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Rain pitter-pattering on the roof all night.
deadline eve
the cursor blinks blinking
after *I write*
FYI: This could be read as a prequel to the following...
