Sunday, July 1, 2018

Wolf in Sheep Clothing

He wrapped himself in new skin with a big smile on his face, carrying the same insides around like heavy luggage under his facade. He knocked on my door, begging me to let him in because he's "different" this time. I thought to myself, when is he going to stop with this charade? Better question was, when was I going to stop falling for it? -M.D.L

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