Love

Feb 17, 2020


“His eyes mimic mine. Sublime beauty marks of a man’s face. Staring and penetrating. Gentle and loving. Salacious. Immaculate. Feeding my hope and starving my anguish.” ― Tatjana Ostojic, Cacophony of My Soul: When Love Becomes Poetry 

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