Snips of Thoughts in Ailcante
Ice cubes light blue she walks in from tomorrow taking over today Sanctuary swaying cult is her delay Storm in a teacup read them green read them brown I’m back in town cried Jake the runaway Birthed in lighting cuddled in storm yet still licked the light rain from the faces of strangers eyebrows but no umbrellas Shook hands with my eldest son Steven sovereigns victories gold no paper trail for fools to follow just Chinese launder one big puzzle Sign in to see full entry.