Mis- by Kinga Fabó

He asked about my favourite scent. Then left. Now I’m singing, being misgivingly polite, for him a rest. Silence. All the motions inside. Seduced, suspended. There is no way out. My own dark powers…

Source: Mis- by Kinga Fabó

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