He hasn't lost it.
He hasn't. It's here. Somewhere. Underneath all this mess. It has to be. He saw it the other day. It couldn't simply have vanished. He just has to find it. Just has to look more carefully. It's sure to turn up.
At least, he hopes so.
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2 comments:
alkaline hydrolysis of ruptured fears!a crisp ray of sun making its way through dense dark leaves.how deliberate..how vulnerable..
ami
I love everything you write. But i have a request, please write something happy and cheerful...sometimes.
Keep smiling :)
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