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The window was cracked
It released the pale, smell of blood
And the sheets, she quickly threw in the washer
Hints of chocolate filled the air, while merlot embraced her lips
Through mascara tinted tears, the detective asked,"what's the matter?"
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Nakia Palmer
I am an avid writer and reader. I enjoy life and manage to creatively intertwine my life experiences in most things that I write. It's therapeutic! I am thankful for all of my gifts, creative energy, and you. Thank you for reading my work!
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