A. A. MacConnell

When you write drabbles, you relieve the pressure of the epic novel expanding in your head.

aamacconnell in Drabbles September 29, 2018September 6, 2018 34 Words

Play the hand you’re dealt

Blood
Let’s hear it for the good, for the bad
Obviously it just is, our one and only comrade
Obfuscating the truths of the matter
Descent simply is, we must hear the chatter

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A. A. MacConnell

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