From his inside pocket,
he takes out a smile...

I am in the fragile reflection looking back at...
as you run your slightly pressed fingers...

Un-rolling parchment from a skeletal rod...
I glance upwards for the last time...

When you look at me,
I own a childish smile...

Some things in life, are hard to bare...
misery lies almost everywhere...

Andrea and Jims title toss
Club challege...

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Ooo... Challenge time is here again :)
What to write...

It's along the dark jagged serrations,
where I hide my feelings...

{ someone turn the volume down }
A somber tone...

A whirlwind
of selfish thoughts...

The mystic forest is my dwelling.
It's amongst the tall spindles of evergreens...