Innate
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1 min readNov 19, 2015
The recoil from her blandness when we meet after so many years.
Picking out his face in the crowd and realising I do not feel joy.
Eggs.
The recoil from her blandness when we meet after so many years.
Picking out his face in the crowd and realising I do not feel joy.
Eggs.
Lover of stripy socks. Unashamed soy drinker. Sunday cyclist.