Dear transmigration of half-hearted intentions,
follow me not, but so closely and unrefined, yet I speak in vowels unpronounced in foreign silence, the withering droplets of morrow’s song.
footnotes to happiness
Dear transmigration of half-hearted intentions,
follow me not, but so closely and unrefined, yet I speak in vowels unpronounced in foreign silence, the withering droplets of morrow’s song.
