how we will paint fractures of stories on my wall
our mind-made creatures
interrupted with some kisses maybe?
(sorry, i know i shouldn't think that way)
YOU ARE READING
Poppyseed
Poetry"Do you know how actually you are a flower? In the middle of its blooming?"
bello
how we will paint fractures of stories on my wall
our mind-made creatures
interrupted with some kisses maybe?
(sorry, i know i shouldn't think that way)
