Dark Brown Pools of Despair
Yesterday I saw a pretty girl. But her face had been smashed. Dried blood caked her swollen lips and encrusted itself on her
Yesterday I saw a pretty girl. But her face had been smashed. Dried blood caked her swollen lips and encrusted itself on her
By the treeLights shining brightCat on my lapGood book in my handHot cup of tea at the readyHealthy happy kids asleep in their bedsAn honest
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