"the markings on your surface;
your speckled face. . ."
Frank Ocean
YOU ARE READING
Endless. Blue
Poésie"the day you first told me you loved me, it was hot, the sun picked at our skins like god was trying to kill us with a magnifying glass. . ."
Your speckled face
"the markings on your surface;
your speckled face. . ."
Frank Ocean
