Posted on August 17, 2015August 17, 2015 by InthegazeoftheotherOut of Coffee Out of coffee, I shiver. A bad omen for the day–if I make it so. I am at a loss. A sliver of love squeezes through a window in my phone. She loves me, she loves me not. Today she does. All eyes on me. credit: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Like Loading... Related
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Do check out my writings too, will appreciate your reviews! God bless 😇
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