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Random First Lines:This poem was written because I saw a tweet from a writer about one of her characters from her latest stories that she published. I personally... » Read
Mind racing with thoughts?
Eve awoke to a room full of sunlight. A fresh morning breeze lifted the muslin curtain then dropped it playfully as it rippled through the material. She had slept well and yet she felt as if she could lie there all day. The past few days had been emotionally draining and trying to replace the...
Wehn death comes to call...