They gave her a golden statue for pretending to cry…

But the one who wrote the heartbreak didn’t even get an invite.

Funny how they remember the dress, not the dialogue.

THE SPELLBINDER

Rooted in quiet places, I craft worlds from glances, ghosts, and growing things.
I write from somewhere in the middle; not quite here, not quite there.
This is where I leave the door slightly ajar.
Welcome to the hush behind the veil.

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Thoughts

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STEP IN

THE BAZAAR,

Where trinkets, tales, and treasures hum when touched,

The Mysterious Bazaar.

KDP

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