Written by m ennenbach12/21/201812/21/2018 (un)titled ode XXXIII her smile was like black ice on the road at night when it hit you were no longer in control Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ
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