Photo by Javier Allegue Barros on Unsplash
never knew the road
would take me there at cracked dawn;
signs dissipate fast
About the Creator
Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.
Sylvia Plath
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