3rd in Dramatic/Light Verse Contest (Sponsor: Nette Onclaud)
Judged: September 16th, 2025
Surely, we walked together... But just like shadows, Some cheap ghost climbs in nightly, Pondering the same. Were all our lives rich folktales? Panic knots tighter, As I must have lost your face— The one that was mine.
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