On the ground. Was she?
Deep in the hustle, yet
So very out of reach
From the cracking campfire
It escaped her every memory.
She longed, stretched and reached… 32 more words
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About a month ago, the texts started pouring in, telling me that I had a twin walking around Long Island. A girl that looked just like me, down to the floral tattoos across my arms. 599 more words