Whisper Home
A train riding tracks
Chapped lips, lonely bodies, lakes
Whisper with cold hands
Why can't I have you
Waiting for a call
A stare or two, twelve am nights
Why can't we, baby?
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Short Stories/Orginal
General FictionThese are all stories I came up with, some are finished and some aren't. I may complete some later on, maybe. You may notice my writing has more description than plot, I do that on purpose to give a poetry yet still story effect on my writing. I'm o...
