An Amateur’s Maturity

He set forth on sail, carrying in hand his lover's mail. Dressed like it was a costume party, barbarian, looking like a rube, so quirky. As suspicious as a creature could be, Heartbroken and dejected was he. Having lost what he loved profusely, None to sympathize but laugh mockingly. Bewildered with the past, that worked like a … Continue reading An Amateur’s Maturity

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