The light can come through you, not that you matter. But the light does. Why should you twist, then, and turn, hiding it?
::Powell’s Poetry
an abandoned chest of roistering literature for the drunk and rampant reader.
an abandoned chest of roistering literature for the drunk and rampant reader.
The light can come through you, not that you matter. But the light does. Why should you twist, then, and turn, hiding it?
drunken library 