Between the lines and through the lens…
Far we have come from the gardens of wild roses. Here, by this river running home to waiting wave we stop and take turns tipping toes into the tide. What if all we touched was troubled? What if all the gold no longer bought the glory? Far we have come from the kingdom of […]
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Blackened hands hardened over the heart exposed, expunged, red roses rubbed into ruins, ‘We are no more than the dust we leave after death,’ a curse forgotten, a force too rooted to be released. Black heart burnt to broken, banished to the ashes of her aftermath and he cannot cry, but he can crack, […]
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