What lies before me is not the promise of poetry. Hands forming words with a precision my trembling fingers never … More
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
What lies before me is not the promise of poetry. Hands forming words with a precision my trembling fingers never … More
The evening was visibly pregnant with another night when a dear friend decided to never use her front door again, … More
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Story Of The Footloose 