Posted on 22/02/201720/11/2016 in creative writing, emotions, fear, Haiku, nature, relationships, Senyru hard hard frost the chill of his grip on my wrist AdvertisementClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
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Such an enchanting thriller. 🌹
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a chilling one Dorna 😉
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