A dusk stole from an ex-girlfriend, abstracting the breadth and fodder of your mild and precarious affair after the tide of evidence gave a taser to the weekend’s romp. Glories much like eyeliner, the fondness for cash, are the semantics of flesh, how lust sabotages the meditation of the mind, gets folded hands to do the felt thing. You smothered each other just a few … Continue reading Legacy by Phillipe Vicente