In my desolate stateA Poem by Inda
the words flowed,
the reckless prose grew in stature as it drew blood and skin and all things that end like paper and ink.
© 2017 Inda |
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Indamiami, FLAboutI love fiction that's gritty and honest and so my stuff is often times like that. I don't have as much free time as I'd like, but i will get to the request in time and appreciate anyone who takes the .. more..Writing
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