A finger resting
On a cold rigged thigh
Foreboding as if those obscure
Eyes remembered something
Undocumented in their lives.
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Author:
straight circles (
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- Category: Gothic
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Welcome! Nice first entry!
Those memories can be so strong.
Welcome to MPS.
teases readers to delve into their own corridors of hidden memories, thought provoking or rather, reverie inducing writing
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