Six Word Story/Six Phrase Story
The way you grasped my hand.It was the way she smiled.
Everything around me started falling apart.
You weren't there; I needed you.
We were young, we were stupid.
I'm missing people that I shouldn't.
Six Word Story/Six Phrase Story
The way you grasped my hand.Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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