Persona non grata so I sang between a
moonlight sonata
A ghost-finger touched a quivering semi-tone note
My soul did concave beneath that haunting,
longing, aching spirit!
So persona non grata my coattails in winter
snow.
:: ~ ::
Persona non grata so I sang between a
moonlight sonata
A ghost-finger touched a quivering semi-tone note
My soul did concave beneath that haunting,
longing, aching spirit!
So persona non grata my coattails in winter
snow.
:: ~ ::
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November 19th, 2016 at 2:10 am
Incredible writing.
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November 19th, 2016 at 3:07 am
This is so kind! Thank you so very kindly too!
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November 19th, 2016 at 3:09 am
I am intrigued by your website 🙂
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November 19th, 2016 at 3:10 am
My apologies! Please.
Caught up in another project
— spilling over (EVERY goddamn
where)
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