The Mirror
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read
The soft, sun-
colored memory,
was last year. Instruct
us of this body of
death. Divination dreams
so often. With all
my heart.
The soft, sun-
colored memory,
was last year. Instruct
us of this body of
death. Divination dreams
so often. With all
my heart.
