love
There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.
Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Why did dusk and fir-scent and the afterglow of autumnal sunsets make people say absurd things?
Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
You're still alive. And that means you'll love and be loved...and in the end, nothing else really matters.
Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.
Jun 15, 2024 - Fabian Biese>