The future wags its tongue at me the world feels right below my feet and my home is sweet as a marshmallow The fall waits with twitchy fingers eager to taste it’s first frost Saschia Johnson
A place where you can be human.
The future wags its tongue at me the world feels right below my feet and my home is sweet as a marshmallow The fall waits with twitchy fingers eager to taste it’s first frost Saschia Johnson