Summer sunshine, unable to brighten this darkened room. I am listening to the muffled breathing. My battery died, I’m unable to provide the time. Hope is unable to restore the soul; my heart has stopped beating.
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David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones
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