http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sanguine-V The original writings of author E. Greene en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776053354 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Gray oaks withering in the dusk,Their bark chipping away,Empty hearts bared to the world.Roots extend from one to the other,Reaching for companionship,Dying at extension. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanguine-V/1361276/ Manic from the touch of anxiety.Relinquishing a single, empty breath.Lips dripping with the taste of the fall.My fingers ache as my grip tightens, their joints groaning with restlessness. I only have so long to hold on. Cursed as a fleeting thought.A pebble in the archway of infinity.I grow hag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sanguine-V/1359252/ Speaking with my head drawn back, speaking as recourse. What more have I to say? My mouth sours, I can no longer speak. Head wrapped in smoke as I stumble away into the languid light of the day. 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