Impassive
Is it not foolish to miss the grimace on everything that has been around? A bitter haziness from the frosty breaths of sinister gatherings makes the heart jittery Whoever would have thought of the disguised hands to go scot-free after the misdeeds Silly communications around debauched companies where senses are mortgaged Look up, look away, look pervertedly; all of them give away the intentions Regrets … Continue reading Impassive