IIIA Chapter by Tkess
I saw her last night bold-stroked, brush-marked against the swirling night air. Tobacco brunette hair, alit by soft neon. Thoughts awash in the jumble of twilight. Love or whatever you call it, is just whispers and alcohol. A flood of feckless words quickly forgotten.
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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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