26-12-20
I secretly measured your whole hand, and all it’s geometry, only thinking of it resting on my head. I need fingertips to drum through the soft bone of my skull, and shake my blood with Morse poetry.
Sarah Papple
I secretly measured your whole hand, and all it’s geometry, only thinking of it resting on my head. I need fingertips to drum through the soft bone of my skull, and shake my blood with Morse poetry.