http://slow.writerscafe.org/maddisnow The original writings of author Maddi Snowden en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995700 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Your lips made a guest appearance in tonight's sky.I'd never thought I'd see thatarray of colors in my life againThat delicate rose color that tracedmy lips in the dead of winter.Did you leave bruises on the sky like you did on me?It sure looks like it.The purple flower you gave me on my neck is wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maddisnow/1384413/ Someone on an empty bus once asked me what my favorite color was. I think they were trying to start small talk but all I could think about was every night I spent alone in my car driving away, trying to escape this feeling of being trapped. All I could think a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/maddisnow/1337869/ Do you ever think that the stars arenot full of the light and lifethat we hope they are?That maybe they are nothing morethen white dots painted in the nightsky 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