When Mrs. House Introduced Herself at My Front Door
It was Christmas time
"Mary House," she said.
"Thank you!" I replied with pride.
She dint mean Merry.
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Sawyer Kuhl
Father. Husband. Aspiring fiction writer. Observer of life.
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He Loved Her...
Can't speak yet she hasn't forgotten how to think Can't feel yet she still knows what is real Cornered she just cowers Tallying the hours until she's free Struggling in darkness to find the key's grace That will relieve her from this suffocating embrace
By Nichole Campbell6 days ago in Poets
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Omgggg hahahahaahaha! That's like so freaking embarrassing! 🤣🤣🤣🤣