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Sweet December

Sweet December

A Poem by shmarol


Her skin was pale but always warm. She held me close…what I miss most. In my memories she is always laughing. She was more mischievous than mos..
Snooze

Snooze

A Story by shmarol


“Are you awake?” She places one foot on the first step of the stairway. The crack in the wooden step creates the faintest sound. Up th..