Ache
If I ache with a passionate drama, My mistake is my mellowing comma. Refutation in quiescent prose is Lamentation without enough roses. Melancholy? No, sinfully macabre Epistolary descended from Hob […]
If I ache with a passionate drama, My mistake is my mellowing comma. Refutation in quiescent prose is Lamentation without enough roses. Melancholy? No, sinfully macabre Epistolary descended from Hob […]
If you blow, blow hard as the lion’s roar, the fire’s snap, the bullwhip’s crack. And if you spin, spin like the dreidel God built from the ark, spin like […]