There are words in the soul of a newborn baby, wanting and waiting to be written.




(No Ratings Yet)I stretched to reach the words, but my hands were too small to carry them home.




(No Ratings Yet)She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.




(No Ratings Yet)Another deserted sentence. Another side effect of death. Words go AWOL.




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