must be the song bending round the corner. must be the rush towards meaning slipping through hoops. must be the positions of aloneness, arms at the side forging relations with the only body known to you.
but if you are, please don’t feed me with words.
must be the song bending round the corner. must be the rush towards meaning slipping through hoops. must be the positions of aloneness, arms at the side forging relations with the only body known to you.
