By morningmy fingers were stubbed like chalk stickworn writingall nightlong love poemsacross the walls of your houseImbued with a deep silence tooand a heavy insult,that happenedto
By morningmy fingers were stubbed like chalk stickworn writingall nightlong love poemsacross the walls of your houseImbued with a deep silence tooand a heavy insult,that happenedto
