December 25, 2022November 20, 2022 With love clutched in one handhope in the otherI succumb to your corrupting windsthe instigator of my own downfallin the abode of delusionssad musings ensuepainting pictures that mask loves’ injuriesinflicted by the edges of you© Ann Bagnall Share this:EmailTweetPrintLike this:Like Loading... Related