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I'm Liz and I like reptiles. A lot.
It's been a year, but
I still wonder often if...
Funeral homes are colder than usual
in late spring...
She reads the text for the 10th time:
I have been drinking your poison.
And just when I think it's the end...
You missed the sunrise today.
It rose slowly...
Even the hardest hearts weaken at the sound of the right words.
Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future.
Some memories are etched into our souls with smoldering, rugged daggers.
and there are days when the scars bleed out; we become weak.
forever . . unwillingly remembering.
Â© Liz M.
by Ben Pickard