Awkward Awkwardness crawls down his spine, as if a reptile leaving its footprints, when I am around.
Awkward

Awkwardness crawls down his spine,

as if a reptile leaving its footprints,

when I am around.

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falgunip
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The first feeling fades,
the sparks are gone.
What remains?
The broken parts of memories.
Memories...they run in the veins.
One step at a time.
Turning into awkwardness,
one footprint at a time.


By: Falguni Panchamatia

Awkward Awkwardness crawls down his spine, as if a reptile leaving its footprints, when I am around.

Shifts he is the seat, With my presence lingering there. by Falguni Panchamatia

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