I was never one for perfection. The swoops of my penmanship never had to lay in synchronicity. They were made to give a point, and that point solely. I never… Read on
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Abira of Lonsdale was the princess-to-be If it came down to it, She would choose the crown, Having the crown meant happiness, Pleasure, Wealth, Delight, Yes, in her eyes, it… Read on
I’ll start a revolution, make my own brand./ I’m blocking out all the white noise;/ but your eyes are like a black hole, I just might give in. Read on
Fallen leaf,/ Fallen leaf,/ Why have you left your tree? Read on
and a movie./ This isn’t the kind of town that people/ pass through for more than business or family matters. Read on
— for whatever reason. Maybe they misplaced something on the/ kitchen counter/ or forgot to leave something there. Read on