To compare the mother sea against a bubble and against all of her foam. To even talk about the sand and ice of the dark seas of nebulae. To confess the curative effects of beer on my feelings about my reasons to be. If there is one, and about my performance or my lack of. To tell my love I’m still in love and always will be, normal interruptions in between. This blog is for
miércoles, 18 de abril de 2018
a fishless river
a fishless river
walks dead in the city
looks so busy
Li Tao Po
VABM April 18, 2018
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