It’s funny
how you slip in
along the side lines
on days that don’t deliver
that don’t distract.
It’s strange
how you pull me
from the pit falls
on days when I feel undone
when I feel attacked.
It’s alarming
how you linger
in the background.
It’s odd
how you hold me
despite the distance
even though
I thought us done.
It’s funny
how you trickle by
when bikes blow past
and windmills bellow.
Its funny how a land
can be as addictive
as a hand to hold
a tie to bind
and a heart to heal.
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
All Photography taken in Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Miss Book Thief
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deuxiemepeau
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Miss Book Thief
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