Everything is safely stored in the Archives
“That’s life. …this is how it’s supposed to go.”
“No. You mean this is how it goes.”
I don’t make my shape with your phony lines.
And I know what to look for in a wave.
Were countless hours of pity like a blanket
that covered up the daylight from your soul?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map