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A little extract from something I wrote...
Category: Writing and Poetry
--------- OUR TOMORROW - THE ENDING --------- The end of tomorrow is what she was. And here I am standing over her scorched body, laughing at her karma. They soon caught up to her, didn't they? Next to her, a hydrangea spouts from the ground. I bend down and pick the flower from the combusted bloodshed; I smell it. There's the perfume again. I reminisce » Continue Reading