Devilish Rogue #FreeVerse #Unapologetic

What does ye ask of me? Or, perhaps, demand? Shall I live amongst solitude? Ah, but ye’d like that, eh? Leave me be, dear rogue. I’ll pat yer scruffy cheek. But, away, ye must go. Thou shall not control me. Scurry along, wee urchin. Scram! Back into your ego. Enough of yer shenanigans. Tiring, thouContinue reading “Devilish Rogue #FreeVerse #Unapologetic”

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