Thathom

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  • My demon fests inside, a growth I cannot hide.
    Its twisted conscience dwells unbalanced, trapped and screaming.
    <100 words, 2 comments, January 31
  • We form them, innocent clay minds.
    Hand crafted.
    <100 words, 1 comment, January 31
  • Saturated cotton cloth upon a lap doth rot.
    A single memory weaved by love falls draped and half forgot.
    <100 words, January 31

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