Brittle, falling out. Jane Roe. Swollen, bleeding. Benedict Arnold. Like a house in the heart of the Nickel City. Still standing, one more storm. Face first, into the burning cold.
staygoldenstaygoldenstaygoldenstaygolden. come back, my love. i will read you bedtime poems and we'll snuggle up with crazy talk and thoughts of all the places we have yet to go. plus. we will have a library soon. blessed inspiration. it's been hiding far too long.
staygoldenstaygoldenstaygoldenstaygolden.
ReplyDeletecome back, my love.
i will read you bedtime poems and we'll snuggle up with crazy talk and thoughts of all
the places we have yet to go.
plus. we will have a library soon.
blessed inspiration.
it's been hiding far too long.