Frozen

A Chilling Hold Of Reality

By Lashun WilliamsPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Blue, rot, and broken.

Fingers made of ice and snow.

Cheated of its cause.

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Lashun Williams

I love the power of creation. I love being able to open my eyes and be allowed to see the world in whatever way I want. I like speaking with people that I can connect to.

I'm an author, writer, and avid reader.

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