An ode to the poet in me on my best days, she’s all I am on my worst days, she’s all I hope to be. She’s the…… Read more “An Ode”
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Taste
Hands glided against each other, as if caressing the wounded palms with soft cloth. They wanted something that would assure them that sweetness can be licked from…… Read more “Taste”
Amaranthine
I never knew that, When graphite touches paper, There would be sparks. I tried to engulf these sparks when I first saw them. I felt energised and…… Read more “Amaranthine”
