When we reached your home, we got the idea of doing the discouraged.
My heartbeat drummed with excitement at the thought of tasting the taboo.
The real adventure was about to begin.
"Max, teach me the art of smoking borrowed happiness."
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Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
