Posted on July 3, 2017 July 2, 2017The Scent of Anguish I felt the damage. I saw the darkness in you and wanted to live there. I curled up against your secrets and made myself safe within the familiar scent of anguish. m.e. peters Photo Cred: Lanaya Share this:FacebookTwitterGoogleTumblrWhatsAppRedditMorePrintLinkedInPinterestSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Related Post navigationPrevious post: Brown Skin, Not Brown EnoughNext post: Open Letter to The Voices In My Head You must log in to post a comment.
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