Flammable knifes pulsating through your lit tower regrets; kiss me Peirce me live in me I'm yours.
"when the cold rains kept on and killed the spring it was as though a young person had died for no reason." Ernest Hemingway
granted avalanche
when we arrived the amulet was damaged and broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...
