IIA Chapter by Tkess
The morning rose, like a drunk man with a hangover, holding on to the deep purple of night. Leaves and papers ride the chilled air through the city, dancing and twirling to the symphony of the streets. Sharing something not unlike love. © 2012 Tkess |
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TkessPittsburgh, 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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