I see the horizon change when her eyes dry.
She's made of constellations.
I hold her soul with the deepest devotion.
The world hurts when she hurts, thunder and tropical storms.
Religion is a product of her.
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
I see the horizon change when her eyes dry.
She's made of constellations.
I hold her soul with the deepest devotion.
The world hurts when she hurts, thunder and tropical storms.
Religion is a product of her.
