Here it comes
The freight of all my truths
The shallow saline puddle it's about to become
Not now. I beg.
I wish to tell. I'd rather not.
I can't breathe.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
Here it comes
The freight of all my truths
The shallow saline puddle it's about to become
Not now. I beg.
I wish to tell. I'd rather not.
I can't breathe.
—hm
