The sky is black velvet and I am a shadow of charcoal moving across a field of grey.

faces without not
Faces without not.

 

Faces without thoughts; rhymes without not.

 

Published by Maggie

Journalist, TBI survivor, evangelist and enthusiastic home barista, enjoying the spices of life! -Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you'll land among the stars.

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