When Lota fell for him it was like falling off a cliff: drowning was inevitable. Poetry #45 [13.10.14] Romance #453 [14.10.14]

"Durf je dan niet met me te praten?" "..." "Mag ik je dan 'Placida' noemen?" Vreemd kijk je me aan. "Het betekend stilte." Cover made by: Rani1999