I have been above your hands Curving wind, its dark tunnels Watered sky, zero stars, none Public ditches, from your mouth To mine, fresh mildew A kind of love that screeches Laying owl eggs in an a…
Fonte: Your fool heart. – Arrows & Metaphors

I have been above your hands Curving wind, its dark tunnels Watered sky, zero stars, none Public ditches, from your mouth To mine, fresh mildew A kind of love that screeches Laying owl eggs in an a…
Fonte: Your fool heart. – Arrows & Metaphors