An index of unsaid vapors tryst haywire around your eyes. Delicate in their feasting leaps You want all you can, You want to get inside. Mate like an...
It must have been that caustic droll, of some unkempt romantic tempest, folding black snow between his un gloved hands, (He never gave us time. There...
You believed your moment to go was right. the adulation ailing amid this fight. the storm brims at the surface, thunder cracks and lightening strikes...