A Cosmic Composition
A color that I have almost forgotten sits so dearly upon your lips, and here unto you I offer, a poor man’s last cigar,A cigarette,...
A color that I have almost forgotten sits so dearly upon your lips, and here unto you I offer, a poor man’s last cigar,A cigarette,...
One minute past the midnight hour and the possibilities of curiosities loomed Thus, upon on your face I found the moonlight illuminating a beauty in...