RICHES OF THE CROWN; TURBAN

I stand staring, Mirror Mirror on the wall, Who is the fairest of them all? With smiles of laughter, Voice of mockery, It says, “all but you”. How can I blame you? Crusty and embedded in the fragrance of smoke, How can I be the fairest of them all? My skin cracked open by the […]

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