Once, a single vote decided the dawn: “Lust: 1,” someone scribbled on a damp postcard, a judgment passed like a coin across unfamiliar palms. Was it scorn or praise? A measurement or a mercy? The number hung small and stubborn beneath the skyline.
Once, a single vote decided the dawn: “Lust: 1,” someone scribbled on a damp postcard, a judgment passed like a coin across unfamiliar palms. Was it scorn or praise? A measurement or a mercy? The number hung small and stubborn beneath the skyline.