These feminine mirrors that owns the seasons of myself.
They are the first that covers my heart.
Like an instant key, a reflection in the eyes of a good second.
It is where I voyage.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
These feminine mirrors that owns the seasons of myself.
They are the first that covers my heart.
Like an instant key, a reflection in the eyes of a good second.
It is where I voyage.