When the under stuff sticks stays like a cape covering all the hurt hate from within reaching up to find a breath. Share this: Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr More Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Amazing poetry, but I’m still curious about the illustrations that you load, what kind of thing it is. Reply
Amazing poetry, but I’m still curious about the illustrations that you load, what kind of thing it is.
My photography for most. Thank you