Joy is the twin of despair. They dance hand in hand round the bonfire when the sun has set.
[I wrote this line in response to a person’s feedback to my poem, “Stand Alone.”]
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Joy is the twin of despair. They dance hand in hand round the bonfire when the sun has set.
[I wrote this line in response to a person’s feedback to my poem, “Stand Alone.”]
I write, act, and produce films in Los Angeles. Everything else is conjecture. View more posts