So rumble on. Dignified specks across the cuffs. A stumbled run. Lives closer, standing back, than coming from. A room of champagne glasses painted darkly - beating a rogue drum. A gallery free of ivory canvas. Deaf fallen hum.
Original poetry, short stories, and other bits.
So rumble on. Dignified specks across the cuffs. A stumbled run. Lives closer, standing back, than coming from. A room of champagne glasses painted darkly - beating a rogue drum. A gallery free of ivory canvas. Deaf fallen hum.