There’s this lump in my throat that I carry with the same skewed reverence as my broken sapphire wallet. I hold it extra close in the grocery stores, in public, even though it’s not of any value to a stranger.
By Auspicious Wrenabout 4 hours ago in Poets
Once upon a time, there was a sweet nothing that they called Princess who dreamed only of white knights, white fences, and perfect princes.
By Auspicious Wren4 days ago in Poets
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