Forensic EvidenceA Poem by Mac"I have been here. . .I do not know when. . . . . .but I've been here. . ." I can see my smell like a fog, hovering in the room, taste my presence swirling out of flume; I can hear my impression on the bed like a whisper, see the swishing of cold sheets as I tossed and jerked in random, tattered blurs; "I've been here. . .I don't know when. . . . . .but I've been here. . . dreams serenading my slumber. . ."
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1 Review Added on February 5, 2015 Last Updated on February 5, 2015 AuthorMacConway, ARAboutI went to college for Creative Writing, of which I did not finish. I now write in my free time in hopes of one day publishing my work. One of the fears I have to face is making an online presence - .. more..Writing
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