The Darkest Desire

The wayfarers dropped by for a smoke and stumbled upon some of my poems. O, I felt embarrassed. Those were not just poems, but some secret music that I had never played. Those were not just poems, but some secret notes which I did not want them to read. And the conversation followed: Did you... Continue Reading →

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