When the under stuff sticks stays like a cape covering all the hurt hate from within reaching up to find a breath. Share this:TumblrMoreTwitterRedditPinterestLike this: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