Monday, 3 March 2014

Moleskine Pages- The Smell Of Martyrdom

She disappeared piece by piece over time. We ate bits of her for breakfast, lunch, supper and the occasional snack. She didn't long as we were happy. The only thing that would have enhanced the taste was a scream of pain or a few tears of regret.

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