On the fly: Like a knife, Her smile pierces the darkness of melancholy. A malaise hanging over me. Part 1 of 350 short statements made to sound like haughty poems by me.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Like a knife, Her smile pierces the darkness of melancholy. A malaise hanging over me. Part 1 of 350 short statements made to sound like haughty poems by me.

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