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i come alone, my ransom clutched in your hand. crumpled, i come alone my love as you said. our fingers smudge of an artist on a charcoal page, reaching for, […]
i come alone, my ransom clutched in your hand. crumpled, i come alone my love as you said. our fingers smudge of an artist on a charcoal page, reaching for, […]
Cataleptically speaking a blank tv screen. i vilify the remote control. hope’s pinions sit in the ash tray after failed attempts to attach her to my prayers. – be like […]