They uttered nothingBut I could read those eyes…..those eyes once had lauded my beautyare now retreating to descry my face … More
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The Martyr’s Widow
Zephyred evenings, snowy breeze, cups of coffee, woolen squeeze, caressed rim, slurping sips, sunless mornings and clenched fists so many … More
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