XXXA Chapter by Tkess
The
chilled air rides low in the city.
Spoken through gray tones and carried by hushed winds. Woven into the metal and brick, creeping under the skin and bone. Worn in the faces, the eyes like worn out candles flickering, fading into the night.
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StatsAuthorTkessPittsburgh, PAAboutWhen I first joined this site I provided a very vague profile of who I am. So, I figured I would elaborate a bit more on what makes me, me. I am 30 years old. For the past 7 ½ years I was a me.. more..Writing
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