Careful so the guard wouldn’t notice, he tossed his handkerchief over the side of the cart, someone would find it. The cart continued to trundle forward down the forest road. 520 more words
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I know of no word to describe the feeling of false nostalgia at the sudden insight that you have spent much of your adult life wishing things would happen with relative cogniznace, and still finding no further action at your own hands in pursuit of fortune from your indolent tendency. 198 more words
You might read the poem at Eclectica, where it was published with two companion pieces.