![]() AfterlifeA Poem by Ina WaltzI grasped my wrist and slid my hand towards my elbow. After the sensation of a sudden touch I felt the golden hair crashing on my skin as I passed them That's how it felt when you left.
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StatsAuthor![]() Ina WaltzZagreb, -- Please Select --, CroatiaAboutI write poetry and short stories. I also draw and paint abstract images that my mind creates in order to understand the world and myself. I cannot live without creative outlet; when I don't write/pain.. more..Writing
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