Deck of words / personal universe words pandemic time


predictable 

surprise

vagabond

sky 

diary 

stalled 

cracking hollow

night’s

heirloom

 dream 

winter wings,

song,   air, 

rose scented

cold moon kissed 

hovering 

twilight 

gaunt 

destiny 

clothed

holy, 

tenuous,

earnest

bubble life.



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