Day 10 – Worms in My Fingers

Worms in my fingers with a silence bound to linger. Danger is the trigger for an ocean bound spinner. A novel of nothing drops hints about running. Subtle messages are coming from a gage of good hunting. We’re on different teams but part of the same dream.

Everyday I lose more and more faith in people. 

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