Pretty cold bold blue colorless clouds make sounds of whispers and shivers of shards of crystal glitters quiver down your shirt. Little brittle icicles trickle down and around the crown of home. To the ground they r…
Continue »I can't breathe. "Lila?" The voice on the other end of the phone breaks, echoing the pattern of cracks and fissures spreading across my heart. "W-wha?" comes my helpless croak. A frail attempt to grasp…
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