A Rolled Sphere Weightless and Languid Bellows Your Hips Fulcrum.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
A Rolled Sphere Weightless and Languid Bellows Your Hips Fulcrum.
You are the tune in between the beats the crescendo of anticipation before the first note. Leaving before we met yet leaving behind the sweetest perfume. Your music and sound will live forever but your presence seems to have always been missed. Rest in petissimo my dear maestro
