Your birthday
November 9, 2011
There is the cool hard stone inside, still and water-worn. And there is the thing that asked to be arranged in the form of me. To suffer as you suffered in spite of your good fortune, your beauty, your youth.
Letters to a ghost.
There is the cool hard stone inside, still and water-worn. And there is the thing that asked to be arranged in the form of me. To suffer as you suffered in spite of your good fortune, your beauty, your youth.