01-19-2026, 07:00 AM
(This post was last modified: 01-19-2026, 07:16 AM by Quixilated.)
Words sown freely
Grow deepest roots
In loose soil
She planted words like seeds
deep in the dark and the loam
there they died and were eaten by worms
now tree roots grow through their bones
though she waits, she'll speak no more
Grow deepest roots
In loose soil
She planted words like seeds
deep in the dark and the loam
there they died and were eaten by worms
now tree roots grow through their bones
though she waits, she'll speak no more
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara