They'd sell your soul for a slick of oil, No heart to beat, Nor any blood to boil. Life is no river, Only this mortal coil, We take careful steps, But men in suits take more than soil.
I'm an aspiring writer, along with the majority of the patrons of this website. I have been writing for as long as I could hold a pen although I've not studied the art for fear of losing my own abilit.. more..
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