Once upon a snowstormYour lips begot a kissAnd pressed, it was, to the column of my throatOur eyes reflected icicles, mirroring wild winterOr each oth..
once swayed to claim that Shakespeare wrote the perfect tragedy,my teacher thought himself so wise as to say"there's no such thing as perfect"but when..
For sale:Pride, small, slightly bruised. Sense of dignity, missing some pieces.Catholic Faith, minor discolouration, large tear down centre; renovator..