Vesper 1A Poem by Saint No-OneThe first part of a series exploring the fleeting nature of loveI Have you ever noticed
how there only ever seems to be one moth, for every street-lamp? You left me wondering, what happens to that moth when the lamp burns out? © 2012 Saint No-One |
StatsAuthorSaint No-OneMadera, CAAboutI am an artist, but my mind doesn't work the way I want it to. One day I'll be, washing myself with handsoap in a public bathroom, thinking how did I get here? Where the hell am I? more..Writing
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