YOU ARE READING misellus Poetry my body's wretched, and so is my soul. tau 133 36 3 by trashykawa by trashykawa Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story store breaches of salt water leaks, dust sublimes ached into cavity rainbow exhilarate to rapture state, drunk with mirth and torpid on fervour. sweetheart, we're tears in rain, but isn't rain the grandest costume?