Then his lips turned blue,
Not like a sea, nor a sky.
Like death. Like "goodbye."
I’m a writer, a storyteller, a lunatic. I imagine in a parallel universe I might be a caricaturist or a botanist or somewhere asleep on the moon — but here, I am a writer, turning moments into multiverses and making homes out of them.
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Sad, very sad!!! Left a heart!!!
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Sad, very sad!!! Left a heart!!!