Subjective – Introducing Matthew D Eayre — A Global Divergent Literary Collective

These words have no meaning. A metaphor, perhaps, an impending ice age covering the landscape while I run from the freeze. A turn of phrase, it could be, I never wanted anything to stop my destruction, and she jumped on the grenade to save me. A rhyme, to mark the time, the wind brings…

via Subjective – Introducing Matthew D Eayre — A Global Divergent Literary Collective

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