Excruciodolor
Last night, unforgiven, one by one plucked every feather from the angel’s wing placed my palm, gently, firmly on her brow and lay her in a bed of down Her tears stifled by sleep SHOUTING! softly, “If only he’d weep.
Last night, unforgiven, one by one plucked every feather from the angel’s wing placed my palm, gently, firmly on her brow and lay her in a bed of down
Her tears stifled by sleep SHOUTING! softly, “If only he’d weep.