AmityA Poem by Chase
Little compares to a swelling of breast;
the accompanying hand that slides between once idle icy fingers to bring about a warmth bygone from soul. The long forgetten air, suddenly absent from my lungs due to one of Mara's hugs. © 2016 ChaseAuthor's Note
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Added on October 3, 2016 Last Updated on October 3, 2016 AuthorChaseStillwater, MNAboutMy name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..Writing
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