. . .and when you fell from my hands, it wasn't a crash, it wasn't a bang. There was no sound at all. When you fell, it was made clear to the both of us that you were empty and all you ever had was in me.
I am a writer and a poet. I write what I know; what I know is not limited to my own experiences nor my own knowledge. I have found a way to speak without talking...Please contact me for inquiries about Ghost Writing: rozzeldozzel@gmail.com
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