Face on wet pillows
Cold streams flow out of Iced eyes
Gloom, we see life bleu
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Babbling Dixie
The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle3 days ago in Fiction
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Beautifully expressed. I felt the sadness and melancholy.
Fantastic!!!