Apr 2020
Bells continued to chime through cathedrals unseen.
On shattered knees, imagery of our dawn settled on the confessional window.
I'm learning to live on without your honeypot taste.
On shattered knees, imagery of our dawn settled on the confessional window.
I'm learning to live on without your honeypot taste.
Exude your temptation.
November 2017.
November 2017.
