Down the I which remembers the thoughts of you with dual heads, to become the separated forgotten likelihood of steps, as an all end story mirror.
A flood-tide of vibration in great branches.
It is a passage to the always figures of the ice-pack.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Down the I which remembers the thoughts of you with dual heads, to become the separated forgotten likelihood of steps, as an all end story mirror.
A flood-tide of vibration in great branches.
It is a passage to the always figures of the ice-pack.