Victimless. poetry And all the while you think I can handle myself But I can’t I’m just a victim of your imagination. Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
the sieve and the sand 
Life
I think you may be right.
Keeper.
I mean, I promise it was an accident.