Place your hand upon my brow and feel how I burn with fever. Soft, cold, rough, old… it does not … More
In the end all you want is a pen that writes well and a life that you've lived well.
Place your hand upon my brow and feel how I burn with fever. Soft, cold, rough, old… it does not … More
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