Not forgotten
So many have looked my way: once I was beautiful, the pride of your family, but now my neck is twisted and my skin no longer pristine: no longer that blushed ivory you so loved when we first met. My…
So many have looked my way: once I was beautiful, the pride of your family, but now my neck is twisted and my skin no longer pristine: no longer that blushed ivory you so loved when we first met. My…