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Spiderweb And Dust

All that is left after the seasons have passed

Image by Iva Hotko

Spiderweb caught between the fingers,
the dust settled on the skin,
mirrors covered with veils of memories
windows closed and sealed.
Do you remember when the world was young,
and the sun was shining brightly
through the branches of the trees,
that we used to kiss beneath?




Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.

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Iva Hotko

Iva Hotko

Walking contradiction of sense and sensibility. Literature, art, philosophy, nature, hiking and photography 🦋

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