Calloused hands and dry feet
Weary eyes that never sleep
Bones that creak with every step
Lips that hide the secrets deep
Heart so hurt she could barely speak
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Musings of a Creative Mind
RandomSometimes I get these overwhelming thoughts that gnaw at me until I put pen to paper and they come out. I don't know where they belong, or which story they are a part of, only that they need to be expressed. This is a collection of these writings u...
