Day 1623, falling down. Day's pictures, Poetry Our color stuck out and they hung us for that ~ that scar extends till our time around our necks ~ till we all imagine the pull and the pain of a brokenShare this: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related