A Hand that could tell a thousand tales Sat in my aunties little front room, I watch the smoke rise in wispy tendrils and pass her laughing lips. She talks in a croaky low voice, the voice of 100,000 cigarettes […]
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A Hand that could tell a thousand tales Sat in my aunties little front room, I watch the smoke rise in wispy tendrils and pass her laughing lips. She talks in a croaky low voice, the voice of 100,000 cigarettes […]