http://slow.writerscafe.org/kmkhearts The original writings of author Kenna Marie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011641 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I hired a minister because when I enter a room, the sinister knots unravel,traveling to which my brain receives the temptation to give out the day. He might show up in your life as a disguise, but what's just a couple of lies? At his sight, you would not know that he's aware of my furrowed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kmkhearts/1868981/ by @kmkhearts FollowShareA snagged branch I was when you brushed your shoulder against me.Chills and goosebumps, you rewind to when I caught you by the edge of your torn up plain white tee.I wrestle with the wind, for the breeze seems not to hit me. It leads me to the tree. 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