Turning to take a last glance, he's young and kind and naturally, I can't fancy him, I thought, surveying my companion.
Blackout Poetry Notes
Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
Turning to take a last glance, he's young and kind and naturally, I can't fancy him, I thought, surveying my companion.