DONUTs in the parking lot late one winter night,
GNASHes of stress fall away, dissolved in moment’s joy,
RECURrence is rare, this hidden door to another self.
SHYLY wonder: do others have, not door, but thoroughfare?
ludic verbosity for the win
DONUTs in the parking lot late one winter night,
GNASHes of stress fall away, dissolved in moment’s joy,
RECURrence is rare, this hidden door to another self.
SHYLY wonder: do others have, not door, but thoroughfare?