Lost Lined
They are ghosts that whisper haunting words to me - words that I cannot hold in my head long enough to put pen to paper. Like water seeping thought cupped hands, they fill me up, then escape me just as quickly.
Copyright © McCollonough Ceili | Year Posted 2024
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