My terror presses like paperweights down the creases of my face. I uphold these irons on shaky steeples of a smile. *** Click here to buy me a pizza, if you like this poem:)
queer fantasy author and poet
My terror presses like paperweights down the creases of my face. I uphold these irons on shaky steeples of a smile. *** Click here to buy me a pizza, if you like this poem:)