Tight grip, sweaty hands
My most cherished slips right through
Nothing else to hold
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Vincent Manta
Vincent is an author and screenwriter from Queens, New York. Horror and comedy are his primary genres but he takes inspiration everywhere. He is the co-founder of Paper Table Productions and his latest short film is out on September 5.
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Wow! So small yet so powerful!
Love the melancholia this evokes!!!