I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading; I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company.
Month: May 2015
The Death of Ms. Hagley
I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died.
I write to live.
I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading; I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company.
I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died.