nonsensical phrases fly amongst the whispering of ghosts inside my head. the problem is, no matter how loud my thoughts get, no one will ever know unless i break the string that bounds my lips together.
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deflorationis
Puisian anthology of short fictional stories that came from the darkest caverns of my mind, or perhaps were inspired by the sunniest of days. © Moonlitsadness, 2015
