Posts by Ilya Chentsov
«Nattie glanced into the glass just over her head at the
«Nattie glanced into the glass just over her head at the reflection of her face. A face whose expression was its charm; that never could be called pr...
«Nattie glanced into the glass just over her head at the reflection of her face. A face whose expression was its charm; that never could be called pr...
Untitled
This poem’s title is Untitled –
Not because it is
Untitled This poem’s title is Untitled – Not because it is untitled, But because I am entitled To entitle it Untitled. If I’d not titled it Unt...
Untitled This poem’s title is Untitled – Not because it is untitled, But because I am entitled To entitle it Untitled. If I’d not titled it Unt...
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