Notice of absence from DeadRose
Time travelling. Will be around sporadically.
Time travelling. Will be around sporadically.
And those eyes...
how they caught the light,
the way they seemed to hold a thousand unspoken thoughts,
a book left partially open,
pages filled with puzzles not yet solved.
rich, almost coffee-like in its depth,
a dark, liquid hue, traces of caramel swirling around the edges.
It reminded me of the first sip of a perfectly brewed espresso.
smooth,
yet
bold,
inviting
but
dangerous
if
you
lingered
too
long.
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Author:
-DR (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: November 30th, 2024 16:23
- Category: Unclassified
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