Lungs and Coffee Cups
- LECTURES 554
- Votes 57
- Chapitres 17
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture11m
Dernière publication jeu., oct. 19, 2017
"I believe we hold our feelings in our lungs, and at the bottom of empty coffee cups"
The life and writings of j.l., a book of poetry containing absolute devastation and pure joy.
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