In a garden where snakes do play
I frolic in wonder toward their caves
Ripened they gather your flaws
As you play my harp with your golden bone claws
Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 11:38 PM UTC
In a garden where snakes do play
I frolic in wonder toward their caves
Ripened they gather your flaws
As you play my harp with your golden bone claws