Literary Colonel
A student. A writer, orator and interested in art. Retrospective. Ergo-phile and anglo-phile. You can read my blog at: bleedandbreath.com
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A few asthetics would plunge their hand into your gut passing from the throat and would pull out your sown emotions rummaging. As if,you can breathe again and fear to choke again.
Once I had mortgaged a dream for a man The tragedy is,I lost both But I survived better out of it.
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