Report, if you have a problem with this page“ I rise from the moist crevice of thought, I beat on the shores of her holy body, I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness. Rise onto me my precious sun. ”
A.P. Sweet
From : dead
Report, if you have a problem with this page“ I rise from the moist crevice of thought, I beat on the shores of her holy body, I fall from the sky in silver sheets of sadness. Rise onto me my precious sun. ”
A.P. Sweet
From : dead
