Puck – a poem by T J Barnum

Puck You stand inside my skin to play a game of Blind Man’s Bluff. Who makes the silly rules, that I must always be “It” stumbling? Reaching out, never quite connecting with laughter I cannot hear and glittering light I cannot see? You whisper songs in my dreams, dance on flying feet around my bed. […]

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