Sleeping isn’t calling to me
after the battle, he has exhausted all
He cries, but he lives. She watches from the courner
she holds very still
she holds very still
covered in shame, agressive like a child
thing calms the rage, augmented of the five
sleeping isn’t calling to me
she holds very still
she holds very still
isn’t a silent glance a indefinate reapproach from a kiss?