And solemn, it burns the road. The metal scald, we can cook on it. The forehead, wich tangle up in wrinkles, is getting schored by the calm. In the surrounding, they move in zig zag, in winding paths,… more →
Comensalismowrote 6 months ago: And solemn, it burns the road. The metal scald, we can cook on it. The forehead, wich tangle up in w … more →
wrote 9 months ago: A long time ago, in a lewd forest far away from naïve lakes, a long- turquoise- haired princess used … more →