Drop Dead Gorgeous

Drop Dead Gorgeous

She was stunning, beyond compare

Helen of Troy would have wept

and clawed out her own eyes in a jealous rage

you could hear the rush of air

as wedding bands left fingers

and entered pockets

you could almost hear the promises breaking…Read More

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