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DakTH
Joined January 2021
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"Poeta nascitur, non fit"
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Saving Grace
She grasped his hanging head, cold to the touch with warm tears flowing down his cheeks. Running her hand down his chin, neck then rested it gently on his lap. Pulling herself closer to catch a glimpse of his lost, daydreaming eyes. Lost in a place he wished he could be present in but to no avail he was stuck in a place that was unforgiven and troubling.
By DakTH2 years ago in Confessions
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