Snowed In
Spied me standing here, unaware of those precious neologisms that your baby clutches like you do handrails…
Spied me standing here, unaware of those precious neologisms that your baby clutches like you do handrails…
Caught between a stone and a bottle, we all three shattered under the streetlight with a single…
When the tempest conjures, let there be just a moment where you can reflect as a movietime…
To teach the parables of passing, no me quitte why do we reach by those same extensions…