Lefty Posted on May 16, 2018 by Lisa Rosier Uncertainty, my enemy -it roams inside my ribs. I wonder with deep-seated fear, just how will I do this? Though morning maketh all things new, by eve’ I dance decrepit It seems the voice inside my head desires me unaccepted Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Uncertainty, my enemy -it roams inside my ribs.
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