it was swift and graceful, yet ever so tragic. with cracked lips and bloodshot eyes, the pen flew back and forth filling page after page. tear stained cheeks and ink covered hands wrote one last time, not thinking about the moment his head would drop upon the paper. it was truly the death of a poet.
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Короткий рассказin which she receives old letters from a dead classmate - @tangiblelxke 2015 all rights reserved [lowercase intended]
