AI Generated
wrinkle by wrinkle
the mirror reflects my clock
as the days flow, bye
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Steve Lance
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A Love Forboding
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This is great. Very well done.
Outstanding!!! 💖💕
No. Don't go!!