My mother's moved on.
But I see her everyday,
In my daughter's eyes.
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Algernon Locke
Amateur writer powered by cheese and unholy spite. I like writing fiction. What kinds? All kinds! Poetry, stories, songs. I'm still finding my place in the literary world. With reader critiques and feedback, I hope to learn and grow.
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