Remnants of sophomore years twist themselves
into the room in the most vile of ways.
Visceral numbness, carved by Solomon's song,
at least the one I knew.
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 9:39 PM UTC
Remnants of sophomore years twist themselves
into the room in the most vile of ways.
Visceral numbness, carved by Solomon's song,
at least the one I knew.
