The journey. The writer. The work.
He was danger the moment we met;
His tongue sharp and sweet, palate whet.
Despaired, oh! How soon I forget.
He was danger the moment we met.
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I love how rhythmic these words are... The pic is beautiful too.
nice-- :)
ReplyDeleteI love how rhythmic these words are... The pic is beautiful too.
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