sarehptar

Cloud in a Bottle 2 And if anything, in essence, could change the way you do, don’t think (for a moment) I would not take it in between my two hands, heart and head lines touching, to chart somewhere in the region of the archer's bow, lips against something like you in two palms, reading a sea-change in hot airs between chapped valleys and intimation. You went out without hearing the best part of the story, which was: with my last wish I switched your skin for the skin of a shark, my skin for mole, so that you could be a leaver of marks on a map, pliable, still lamenting that I had not been born the Maker of things to make you just a