we’re lonely in our cubicles – #lqw wordle
the dread of autumn’s tungsten dearth its rotting shrouds that fructify nefarious booze, to drunken mirth with lies of blissful apple-pies we sashay to its threnodies and warm our hands […]
the dread of autumn’s tungsten dearth its rotting shrouds that fructify nefarious booze, to drunken mirth with lies of blissful apple-pies we sashay to its threnodies and warm our hands […]
Francis of Assisi said “Remember that when you leave this earth you can taken nothing of what you have received, but only what you have a given: a full heart, […]
in my hut this spring, there is nothing, – there is everything! From this wonderful by Sodo we are to be inspired to write something new in the same spirit. […]
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My skin is crawling from the words we said With sleeplessness they’re dearly paid for you tomorrow I still anticipate as this nervousness will dissipate I curse and cannot settle […]
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