In darkened corners
Dust collects in cold houses
Solemn is the night
In darkened corners
Dust collects in cold houses
Solemn is the night
Author of fiction, poetry, and very sweary social commentary. Editor, and co-founder of Indie Blu(e) Publishing. Co-founder of Blood Into Ink, and Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen. View more posts
Unless that bloody dust gets in the cracks, clogs up and breaks something. Then this household will be as solemn as surly man with a thousand hemorrhoids getting a prostate exam.
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BAHAHAhahahaha!
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Oooooh
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🙂 ❤
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Beautiful.
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Thank you, John 🙂
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Short, sweet and to the point! Love it~
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Thank you ❤
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Of course Kindra 🙂
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🙂
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