afters (10) On 2021011020210109 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems i can smell her despondency in these walls that age where people stop asking, right when you need them To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…