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?EmailSkypeWhatsAppMorePrintLike this:Like Loading... Related
A Cornered Gurl 
I really like the gentle tone of this.
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