It’s odd how beauty strikes / With an air deceptive and ordinary...
Tag: beauty
Rain (Poetry)
Streaks on a window / damp air sticks to my face / and I worry about my hair.
It’s odd how beauty strikes / With an air deceptive and ordinary...
Streaks on a window / damp air sticks to my face / and I worry about my hair.
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