"the kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall" - z.n. hurston.
Trust me, o angel of mine. Allow your delicious and weighty b… A privilege divine, and to be in u… Until, of age, I’m nineteen, fort… I entreat you... fall deeply in lo…
Woe is me, thy tortured artiste! How much do I ask for this poorly… How much to I take for these dark… Ever since my number of sales have… I’ve become quite pretentious,