When this happened
He felt a smug, warm feeling
And an unbearable rightness,
The kind of light
That no one really wants to like
For its whiff of the sanctimonious.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
When this happened
He felt a smug, warm feeling
And an unbearable rightness,
The kind of light
That no one really wants to like
For its whiff of the sanctimonious.
© Ben Truesdale and distilledvoice, 2015
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