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murmur of rumour

hear me out, i said and you made out what you did, and repeated when i was out of hearing. am i  that important to be talked about, a topic of interest or is it the scope to twist and … Continue reading

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Creepy independence

“Oh, I’m independent. I can take care of myself. I have emotional, mental, physical and whatever other sort of independence you can think of.” Icicles suspended in the air. The sub-zero temperature must’ve enticed the giant of a lizard out and she … Continue reading

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