Cloyed feet, and stutter, stammer, abyss of thought
a door opens and shuts somewhere, it is dark in the heart, the river meanders unwavering, the cyclonic storm is about to,
and a hand reaches out,
fistful of tears.
Cloyed feet, and stutter, stammer, abyss of thought
a door opens and shuts somewhere, it is dark in the heart, the river meanders unwavering, the cyclonic storm is about to,
and a hand reaches out,
fistful of tears.
