"She doesn't know if she's worse at public speaking, Than she is at math. Wait. She's always been bad at both. "
An arduous day has passed me by, a day lost in hard labor, Now I wait for him to take me away to a place not known on paper. This prince of mine, of Utopian blood, is divine in all his reign. His body like us, a mold of mud, though carved to curb... Continue Reading →