©2021 Michael Raven
i can feel the scrim now tearing ripped ragged and unraveling winter us, no fires aglow the time of frost, blade and gun where have the children run?
words | spirit | alchemy
©2021 Michael Raven
i can feel the scrim now tearing ripped ragged and unraveling winter us, no fires aglow the time of frost, blade and gun where have the children run?