his dead body rests beneath gloomy cypress trees that will never tell of the hatchet in his skull nor the sin he committed ©2023 jai tanka
Never Tell
On the Fringe of Darkness
by jai
his dead body rests beneath gloomy cypress trees that will never tell of the hatchet in his skull nor the sin he committed ©2023 jai tanka
On the Fringe of Darkness 
amen. 🖤💀
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Trees are very good at keeping secrets. Thanks, Rann. 🖤😊
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Very nice. I wanted more. You tempted the reader with your words.
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I’m like the cypress trees—I won’t tell. 😉
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This is good. We need our secrets. There are so few things, we can own. I became like willow tree. Just allowing life to go by.
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Sometimes, allowing life to go by is for the best.
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Dark secrets… Intriguing Jai.
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Yes indeed…thanks, Destiny. 💜
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Beautiful! 👌
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Thank you…I certainty think so. 🙂
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🙏🙏
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Thank you, Priti. 💜🙂
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Welcome ✨
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Nicely done!
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Thanks so much, Bartholomew. 🙂
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Yet the observant can surmise by the gloominess of the trees, that a price was paid… for a sin committed…!
🇯🇲🏖️
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Absolutely! Thank you. 💜
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Thank you!
I’m sorry for the late response. Your comment ended up in my spam folder. 😬
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Intriguing and disturbing. Nicely done.
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Thank you. 🙂
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