">
This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (No Ratings Yet)
Loading...

This winter, there will be no voices, no glimpses, no arms.only the fabric of poetry, to keep me warm.

Facebooktwitterredditpinterestlinkedintumblr

Related Quotes

popup close button