Long Time. All JAZZ.

Its been a long-time I wrote here. God knows how I've been longing during this long-time. I think I'll just start writing non-fictious fiction. I like stories anyway. Perhaps I'll make one-up along the way.

The Muse' Skin
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Its peeling. I see her. Sprawled on the floor. Eyes fixated like the ceiling fan above her & hello below. She's lies at the precipice of reason. On its coke stained edge...

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