conversation trailing

A locket that bears the name of the man that Brandy loves and it’s a sad sad world. Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping. My life has only known one love, romantic love, simply Silver, drawn into the path of my raging passion. The crowd closes in with shouts and shoves, clattering glasses, shoves of wood, jostling bodies, laughter echoes, spills and turns to hear the conversation trailing.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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