"I have brittle bones it seems i bite my tongue and torch my dreams, have a little voice to speak with and a mind of thoughts and secrecy"
Pensieri in punta di piedi, senza fare rumore.
Poems tiptoeing around, without making any noise.
"I have brittle bones it seems i bite my tongue and torch my dreams, have a little voice to speak with and a mind of thoughts and secrecy"
Pensieri in punta di piedi, senza fare rumore.
Poems tiptoeing around, without making any noise.