A foreign voice, bob and drift yours, further down after years streaming trapped in hesitation. and drown Rusty and broken, winding “This is me,” cries it says. thrashing “This is me,” doppler in effect it agreed.
Original poetry, short stories, and other bits.
A foreign voice, bob and drift yours, further down after years streaming trapped in hesitation. and drown Rusty and broken, winding “This is me,” cries it says. thrashing “This is me,” doppler in effect it agreed.