The Immortal Man


The air thickened with his fragrance,

Every time she sat at the window sill,

That’s where he smoked his cigarettes,

Revolting the world with his mutineer rationale,

Presence doesn’t matter for an influence,

All it requires is to fill the space with love and words.

@Emily Parker


Posted on

October 24, 2021

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