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fracture fragments

  • Writer: J.W. Arthur
    J.W. Arthur
  • Apr 14
  • 1 min read



AftHERmath


by J.W. Arthur


I still think of you.


Your hair.

Eyes.

Smile.

That trace of perfume.


It's left me riven.

Skinned.

Hollowed.

Bereft in my ruin.




Copyright MMXXVI by J.W. Arthur




 
 
 

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