“oh...”
Send me “oh…” for your muse to catch mine: 6-reciting one of their favorite poems
PARTED CHERRY LIPSgently let the words tumble out in nervous fashion, she had never shared nothing if not any poetry withanother person in her entire life; safeguards firmly locked up her heart in its constricting vice to never allow someone to hurt her evermore —– “Among the ashes of a fire long dead, to see my shadow thereand hear it say that it was happy with the life it led. What EMPTINESS awaits me? This I fear Farmore than any peril I might face. My purpose in this world became less clear.” shaky breath escapes asshe lets eyes fall downcast in an embarrassed fashion as she crumples the paper of the poem.
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