‘Like a shivering cold turkey’ is what they, The consequences I must pay, There is too much pain, too overwhelming! The solution is in my pocket waiting,
By Vakhiya B2 years ago in Poets
I am the ghost of a cadaver Who refused to go to heaven As I wished to see My donated body's utility. Faces lit with excitement and fear
Prologue The auriferous luster of the bracelet glinted in the candlelight as a bottle of rich whiskey was poured into two glasses containing ice cubes. Both glasses were picked up and one was handed to the companion sitting on the opposite settee.
By Vakhiya B2 years ago in Filthy