You gently took my hands
and placed them into yours.
Words resembling an austere zephyr,
echoed in grey skies,
blowing me away into a vast oblivion.
[You had to go...]
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You gently took my hands and placed them into yours.
Words resembling an austere zephyr, echoed in grey skies, blowing me away into a vast oblivion.
[You had to go...] Author notesPrompt: Harsh Winds A contest entry
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