poetryAsphyxiate. The surface, distant. Finally, her lips gave in. It seized, like feathers. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading... Related Standard
I do love that last line: ‘It seized, like feathers.’ The comma was perfect. LikeLiked by 1 person April 8, 2016 at 12:00 pm Reply
I do love that last line:
‘It seized, like feathers.’
The comma was perfect.
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Thanks Babe. It’s the little things…
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