The Rambling Empath
A pursuit of passion
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Monday, 27 August 2018
I watched silently,
as she gasped for air.
As his grip tightened.
Little did I know
of the implications of my silence.
Once a target has been hit,
aim is directed to another.
And that one day, it could be me. Gasping.
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