Dear muse, my make-belief wife!Blowup doll of my imagination.What do I owe the honorof your presence to?My morning wood…
What a life to live, if man should wake and starve from the tip of his handsIn a parallel world, hypocrisy was buried by the shore…
because each morning
THE LETTER
Talk is cheap
There was once a girl with powers like witches,She knew the best spells, and her…