spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Bravely she took his outstretched hand And folded her own into it He offered her solace Peaceful rest Beautiful lyrics An open heart In exchange for…. what? He asked nothing of her Just simply and inexplicably Held forth his hand A soft light shining… Continue Reading “Seed of Hope”
in a way, it was savage the way you held my hand a little too tight a little too firm nails biting into the back of my hand in a quiet corner of my mind there stood a tiny thing just a flicker of… Continue Reading “Flicker of Thoughts”
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