Platform for exophonic writers
Barefoot in a life that was designed to step in glass Looking to maintain the fire but instead I’m throwing water again and again And…
– I’m fucked – Then come talk to me He rolled me a cig and I found out he was half Irish Time passed we…
Sitting on the bench, he dwelled one last time on the thought of his decision. Right there and then, he could tell clearly; he was…
I am afraid, that I am afraid. I act easier behind screens. I fall in love and I abstain. Exposure causes pain, in pain there…