I built a homein a city with teethwith streets leading nowheredead ends for dreams locked into this pigeon […]
I built a homein a city with teethwith streets leading nowheredead ends for dreams locked into this pigeon […]
If these walls could talk would they cry would they screamtheir varnish pitch black from the smokefrom the […]
we bring our own waterwhen we meet at the fountainwe carry our own bucketsfulwe’ll linger, together for a […]
