I see the dead potatoes of our graves. Gulping in your absence, there is no agony or languor beneath the worlds in darker glory to refract from my mind, but of the word it is not mine
Solicitude/Solitude (Final Draft).
I see the dead potatoes of our graves. Gulping in your absence, there is no agony or languor beneath the worlds in darker glory to refract from my mind, but of the word it is not mine
Solicitude/Solitude (Final Draft).