Tabatha Jenkins
Forgotten Fingerprints
Outside the rain, faint and cold, washes away my fingerprints. I watch the storm wash away my memory. Withered, weeping, wasted. The wine...
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Outside the rain, faint and cold, washes away my fingerprints. I watch the storm wash away my memory. Withered, weeping, wasted. The wine...