Landing On A Cushion

Sweet angelic visions of her remind him of thievery, Stealing his eye sight away from the sun's blockade of a glare to enter his twilight of lost possessions... She, The coin of his mere life, Obverse to his skin, Mind, Condense soul, Whispers in his ignorant ears, "Come back home, I need you..." No matter... Continue Reading →

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