No colour caresses the toxicity of a love that grips with talons grey, leeches tints of happiness and reduces them to a foggy day. Kidnapped by a tainted heart, blinded by choking smoke of mute obsession, she has no more tears left to cry for his transgression. Kim M. Russell, 2017 – Josh Hayes My […]
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