- Reads 178
- Votes 33
- Parts 5
- Time 5m
Ongoing, First published Sep 09, 2017
The words of the unwritten story Lay scattered across blank pages, Waiting to be picked up and chosen And pen the unwritten ages. But the pen pauses above the void, Hovering undecided in the air, Failing to choose of the swirling words And paint the childhood lair.All Rights Reserved
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