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littlemonster Junior Member
since 2010-05-06
Posts 39UK |
So seldom do I hear your voice settle on my outstretched palm, stirring what little remains within delicate lines. I wrap warped fingers against the pull of the tide as your whisper fades. |
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LaGraceLa Member
since 2011-01-30
Posts 243Minnesota, USA |
Interesting. I love the line, 'i wrap warped fingers', it flows very well. Good job |
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