for the being
By way of apology for the being and also to prove its tally I hold out my wrist make conversation tout the features of the black-faced watched accounting of […]
By way of apology for the being and also to prove its tally I hold out my wrist make conversation tout the features of the black-faced watched accounting of […]
The end severs meaning from intent subtle only in the living rests I won’t be here words bare leavings the pages of memory unmine no way to soften the […]
Let all the days of me slip into a room you’ve never known where quietly alone she arranges glass tiny corked bottles variously curved and hued serve no purpose […]