Rumble Lane

  1. The Flower

    A long time ago, a seed was planted in my garden. I'm not sure how, as it wasn't me that planted it. But I found it there, struggling to break through. I watered it. I nourished it. In the winter I kept it warm and away from the frost, and…
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  2. Ghost

    > Some days I feel like a ghost, an echo of a person that's lingering on beyond their time. The hollow appearance of a man, an outline with out any substance. A man who casts no shadow, Who feels no warmth from the sun, who is the embodiment of absence. A…
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