It’s the girl of all the winds who falls in to pieces, from a roof top to another in her red-stockings. boolour Uncategorized December 13, 2016 1 Minute It’s the girl of all the winds who falls in to pieces, from a roof top to another in her red-stockings. marsh land of her tears are the passage of spring upon the heavyness of her eye lids It’s the girl of all the winds, at this moment in time herself,hers only saint guardian. selfish of her own pain at the mistaken place, perhaps Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Published by boolour You don't know me from the wind you never will, you never did View all posts by boolour Published December 13, 2016
