The White Rose (Part 3)

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Chris couldn’t look into David’s eyes. He took the paper weight in his hand and started juggling it. His lips mumbled and his spectacle kept slipping down the bridge of his nose. Continue reading “The White Rose (Part 3)”

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A letter to a stranger

Dear Mr.stranger,

I hope you are doing good;
good without me.
I know you wish that
you never ever see me.
I wonder did you ever
Ever love me?
I wonder what it was
When you said, go away, i set you free!

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