Canvas of coffee, the very flavor I crave to tasteLonging, my languid lips dare to quench a desert so drySoot, such soft ashes, but empty in my hands to harborWhen did the night slip so suddenly into ...
Canvas of coffee, the very flavor I crave to tasteLonging, my languid lips dare to quench a desert so drySoot, such soft ashes, but empty in my hands to harborWhen did the night slip so suddenly into ...