Artists are made every day;
bitterly.
Made after the heat strikes against and burns them.
And yet they see the world for its
chilly self.
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 12:07 AM UTC
Artists are made every day;
bitterly.
Made after the heat strikes against and burns them.
And yet they see the world for its
chilly self.
whiteboard poetry