Slender wet whispers of tender apologies
trembling, words stumbling
bloodless hands grasping, groping
for scraps of forgiveness, bits of acknowledgement
a fading chance at mere contempt.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Online) - Published: June 13th, 2025 08:19
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Comments1
Such vivid words paint a clear picture of weakness struggling for the smallest sign of pardon. A wonderful write and a fave
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