Sunday, April 19, 2026

An Esoteriku by Princes Rose Manuel

 

some clouds smell
they said
but no survivor to testify

~

Princes Rose grew up watching the moon and stars until the moon became plenty and the stars began to hide. Her vision might be blurry, but she still has the pictures in her mind. Pictures that keep her writing.

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