I Run To The Collective Smell Of War And Poverty Stories On Commaful

I Run To The Collective Smell Of War And Poverty Short Stories

cuculater

7 years ago

To every memory I created , in countries soon gone . I leave, before they burn . My home in the palms of a gold - chain that holds my name .

cuculater

7 years ago

To every memory I created , in countries soon gone . I leave, before they burn . My home in the palms of a gold - chain that holds my name .