Chocolate-covered old man
sits behind an oak desk
brittle quill in shaking hand
hovering over a cool pool
of smooth ebony ink
He smiles and licks his lips
at the scrumptious possibility
of himself.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
Chocolate-covered old man
sits behind an oak desk
brittle quill in shaking hand
hovering over a cool pool
of smooth ebony ink
He smiles and licks his lips
at the scrumptious possibility
of himself.
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