Wednesday, September 19, 2018

TELLTALE (For Christine)




LIKE THE STAINING FROM THE INK THAT RUNS ACROSS MY PAGES  
THESE HALF SMILES BARELY MANAGED TELL A TALE ALL OF THEIR OWN   

               
                                                                                                    
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