Fear’s shadow lingers in the crack below the door I keep that door locked Even though sometimes it swings wide open I pace by it from time to time But I don’t even touch the handle I hate to twiddle my thumbs While I think up the worst case scenario I don’t even like toContinue reading “Under The Knife”
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Regrowth in Conversation
Conversations have shrunk into the weather the news the type of day those are conversations had with strangers dense thoughts have been jumbled into submission behind rage behind dusty memories The cure is to listen to pique some interests then wait and see if the conversations grow -Saschia
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