city,
city 141 The angel of eye-level loses a crucifix. Attraction has no children. A pear is remembered in half. Music knows only the locksmith's lullaby of deep looking. I love about this place the abandoned weather.
city 141 The angel of eye-level loses a crucifix. Attraction has no children. A pear is remembered in half. Music knows only the locksmith's lullaby of deep looking. I love about this place the abandoned weather.
Leave a Reply