Woke early beige bedroom autoclave came straddling my palm ghost-fingered against the wall. Pinning my heart against my life and smiling at the rope burn. There is so much ` I want to tell you: about the weather of bygone
Woke early beige bedroom autoclave came straddling my palm ghost-fingered against the wall. Pinning my heart against my life and smiling at the rope burn. There is so much ` I want to tell you: about the weather of bygone