Home Read Write Forums Blogs X By fey_mouseWed, 29 Sep 2004 1115 reads The air is glass: I break it whenever I move like the past. My hands bleed from trying to shape the shards into something that will hold hope Certificate UStoryOther Fiction Facebook(link is external) Twitter(link is external) Log in to post comments
X By fey_mouseWed, 29 Sep 2004 1115 reads The air is glass: I break it whenever I move like the past. My hands bleed from trying to shape the shards into something that will hold hope Certificate UStoryOther Fiction Facebook(link is external) Twitter(link is external) Log in to post comments
