American Sentence LXXV
The girl, fingers roughed from scrubbing blue corridors, sings yesteryears dew.
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The girl, fingers roughed from scrubbing blue corridors, sings yesteryears dew.
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Blue corridors!
This sentence could be the opening scene for a novel or a film. Glad it’s a poem, too!
Breathtaking write!
enigmatic ending, dew. iiiiinteresting choice. what’s there to want after this? Well, Pam…. seems today we might have hit people upside the head in the best possible way. Love this one so much.
Good one!