Six Word Story/Six Phrase Story
The way you grasped my hand.It was the way she smiled.
Everything around me started falling apart.
You weren't there; I needed you.
We were young, we were stupid.
I'm missing people that I shouldn't.
Six Word Story/Six Phrase Story
The way you grasped my hand.Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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