I had a photo in my bag, it was heavy stuff, man.
Empty catwalking streets of rage.
Empty is a rhinestone-studded staircase of unequal stairs.
Empty does what hope can only dream of.
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A poignant rendition written with clarity of thought and mind. An interesting story told from the heart. Thanks for sharing, Af.