A survey of the damaged- dead or alive?
They are beautiful spellworkers, but frighteningly asleep to their own magic.
A moment in time. Colors surround.
Happiness just as it was found. Fleeting and temporal.
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Author:
Sunshinefalling (
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Comments1
The opening line is strong
Thanks. I really like line 2. It speaks most to my intent.
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