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:TwitterFacebookRedditTumblrPinterestMoreEmailLike this:Like Loading... Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ
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