An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet.
The chaos part will become evident straight away.
Monday, April 20, 2015
Cold Ashes
somewhere between the fourth
and fortieth conversation in
on the cusp of of ignition
the warmth of her voice
her innocent smile
the light in her eyes
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