Love Poem With Tinnitus
With you there is no noise. Heart still as the street I grew up on, that sweet, dilapidated cul-de-sac (even with the windows open at most we’d hear a low train whistle or the slight…
4 tygodnie temu
With you there is no noise. Heart still as the street I grew up on, that sweet, dilapidated cul-de-sac (even with the windows open at most we’d hear a low train whistle or the slight…
4 tygodnie temu