All tremor vanished as words soft as rain whispered unto trepid people.
Four words in ten minutes, carefully selected, fearfully spoken.
Words burning deep unto one's soul. Etched unto every fiber of their being.
Words we cannot take back.
26 March 2010
The Unspoken Charade's End
All tremor vanished as words soft as rain whispered unto trepid people.
Four words in ten minutes, carefully selected, fearfully spoken.
Words burning deep unto one's soul. Etched unto every fiber of their being.
Words we cannot take back.
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