الاثنين، 5 ديسمبر 2016


Lonesome and satirical like a Gogol book.

Fragile and disregarded like a Fitzgerald poem.

Repulsive and pitiful like a festering wound.

Proud and irritable like a Dostoyevsky heroine.

Bare yet brimming with joy like a Blues song.



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