In the quietude of dawn's first light, grace unfolds,
Soft whispers of serenity, stories yet untold.
In every breeze that caresses with gentle hand,
In every sunrise painting the sky, a promise grand.
Grace resides in the tender touch of a lover's hand,
In the forgiveness that mends what misunderstand.
It echoes in laughter that dances on the wind,
And in the quiet strength of a heart that's thinned.
Embrace this gift, woven in life's intricate lace,
A beacon of hope in every challenging space.
For in grace, we find solace, in grace, we find light,
Guiding us through the darkest of night.
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The Devil's Cut
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 days ago in Fiction
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