Originally posted on An Extraterrestrial's POV:
Compressed black and swallowed, it lays buried inside a canvas of melted, foolish lines. Busted color leaked into solidarity on an open pupil. Trapped inside a fluxing current smudged with bereavement and the blissful madness in-bedded from the gluttony of au courant moments, moments true and peeled, moments…
Related Articles
This post first appeared on LoVs 'n' Mua | We Pump The Sigh, Swoon & Lift Of T, please read the originial post: here