(at)blink at the harsh light
Holding-clear glass, not blink at it in the arms of soft leaves along a lonely track, quietly released the same breath, there is no sky from the bold, and only the helplessness of its own precarious.
(at)blink at the harsh light
Holding-clear glass, not blink at it in the arms of soft leaves along a lonely track, quietly released the same breath, there is no sky from the bold, and only the helplessness of its own precarious.