Image: Unsplash I see the green of jealousywalk into the room surreptitiously,glinting malevolence rumbles her insides;wary and leery I steal away,to bump into a melancholic grey. 'Hello there!' it smiles wistfully'I'm called melancholy!'Long alleys of despondency writ on its face,a phantasm of drudgerymethinks has overstayed. So, I move on to yet another avenue,to be ushered …
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A Hundred Quills 