about love and longing
far as a star is only perceived or sensible
spin your dress somewhere in the wind is robbed
my meat...
Posted in dreams
Texts by Valdas Ručinskas
far as a star is only perceived or sensible
spin your dress somewhere in the wind is robbed
my meat...
It was morning
had come
There was wine, beer
Bunches of grapes
Someone I didn't let me out
it was blue...