All the rosy salts of the world grew alkaline.
Their whiteness rusted - pauper pepper.
I taste mire, where Himalayan once stood.
I gather dust and ashes, where sweetness never was meant for......
Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 9:42 PM UTC
All the rosy salts of the world grew alkaline.
Their whiteness rusted - pauper pepper.
I taste mire, where Himalayan once stood.
I gather dust and ashes, where sweetness never was meant for......