These small merciesought to leaven the days,I know.But the dustbin of me,now,runs on fumesand sees its own dryness.Double-dares the Devilin all of his highness. *** Image credit: pixel2013 | Pixabay
Once the eyes were closed,grey clouds were brought to boiling.Insular, all else.
Normally I do not post preachy sayings or quotations. This one is an exception.
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