The Liaison Words

'The' is the Missing Word

Old and young, white hairs grow wrinkles on the skin of the animal. Under my eyes-hallowed caves. Raw face time, locked state, and memories are seriously forgetting the past. I choose to wonder at the one. Change? A rogue promise hides breaking, sealed up a sleeve, stopped to become another; a pencil's mark pulls the heart of this sheet of paper, scraping at its loose end.

Fear bears consequences in silence: nook over flowers - green, red, orange. Risks and uncertainties are a lifetime spell of a stranger.

Despite established development, openings emerge.

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