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Meaningless

Meaningless

A clock ticks down in an empty room Nothing in there to hold to judgement The fire burns out, and the smoke fades A circle of no impact in the void Forgotten words that no one…

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Zapfic50friday: Whisper

Zapfic50friday: Whisper

Not knowing what to write, Maria sat quietly, chewing the cover of her pen. When Hajara noticed her, she moved closer and whispered a few words to her. Those words seemed to…

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