NaPoWriMo #19 04/19/2023trE silver: a one-lined poem a thundered-tongue man slipped his broken-hearted past into Jilly’s lap–she picked it up, pieced it back together, and swaddled it for safekeeping; she named it “silver.” Share this? Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram More Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like Loading... Related
A Cornered Gurl 
I really like the gentle tone of this.
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