If they dusted your heart for fingerprints, would they find mine? Would they find my DNA upon your lips left behind from our last goodbye kiss? Would historians ever be […]
If I could, I would fathom myself into a constellation I would lay my body between the heavens and the earth just so that if you ever looked above you […]
I am a hooker for pain pimped out to calamity because tragedy seems to be the only commodity that’s suitable for my trade. I strip tease insanity and lap dance […]
