
Thoughts Of His Own Making
“No words to express, no substance to digest, no opinion to contest, no view from you to ingest… I sit dormant in the morn. Not a single thing to say about this season or this day, not even a suggestion coming from your way is regarded as okay… I’d rather sit and sulk in scorn. Pity myself, I will. It’s become such a … Continue reading Thoughts Of His Own Making
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