on March 23, 2017 March 23, 2017 Smoke in General Share Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email 0 0 Views Smoke drifts in thin line, silence cut by time, the day lurks and night retreats. (Visited 1 times, 1 visits today)Like this:Like Loading... American Sentences short poem Share This Previous Post← Hooray for mom and pop shops, they add colour to local neighbourhoods Hooray for mom and pop shops, they add colour to local neighbourhoods Next PostA personal piece of hell → A personal piece of hell
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