(Revised)
I find it not hard to believe that which I can’t conceive.
The idle hands of my mind’s eye paint a picture that simmers the winter’s bone chill.
A catatonic smirk shrieks its wide-eyed responsibility to cheap thrills.
(© 2022 AC)
(Wattpad, Amazon Kindle.)
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