He leaves his house early in the morning at five
To go to his work and strive
So that he can be able to afford
To live in his house as its lord
Oh, poor servant Mr Kraus, and that's how we all survive
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All The World Loves A Clown
She caught herself flinching as he passed behind her, dragging his fingertips across the fabric on her chair. Without the slightest touch, she closed her eyes and disappeared into a memory of the last time he HAD touched her. Her body bore the scars that were given to remind her exactly who was in charge.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
An absurdity for sure! 😩😩
Wow, painfully true.