(no subject)
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
-e.e. cummings
honestly, could anything be more perfect?
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
-e.e. cummings
honestly, could anything be more perfect?