“GoPro, stop recording,” Jack said, sliding through the turnstile gate to join the queue.
Once… you might have set sail into the blue of such eyes a taste of deep sepia dew running moist across your lips reminiscing –vintage…
A short tale of love.
I hide my pain in a dark and empty place. I only recognize it when it when sadness floods my conscience, a flashback hits or these…
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