"I was too busy loving him, to suspect he was the killer."
"What killed you, my dear?"
His Words.
-I love you.
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The Lace Age | ongoing.
Poetry"My head is full of thorns too harmful to leave unattended. " A collection of poems, short stories and free speeches. Copyright Ariana Miriam.
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"I was too busy loving him, to suspect he was the killer."
"What killed you, my dear?"
His Words.
-I love you.
