She young
grass & May flowers.
Soft breath;
wild hearts;
icy sky;
eternity marbled
with smoke.
By: Kimberly Perette
I thought I was the voice of reason, now just call me Kimberly Tourette.
She young
grass & May flowers.
Soft breath;
wild hearts;
icy sky;
eternity marbled
with smoke.
By: Kimberly Perette