http://slow.writerscafe.org/chelseatabor The original writings of author Chelsea en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011649 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Window pane,Sparkling specs of light. From the golden sun,Traces the outline of our shadows. Against the white walls,Our shadows grow contoured. Honey suckled lips,Trace my body. Hands laced,Within my tangled curls. Tattooed arms.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chelseatabor/373376/ I took a psychology class last year. My senior year of high school. My teacher wanted us to write like a diary of what we though a drug addict would write in their journal. 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