fictionalphina: brown “because the flesh we carry has become a canvas for another and the art of unraveling seems to be this unpredictable current that may or may not drown them both.”
fictionalphina: brown “because the flesh we carry has become a canvas for another and the art of unraveling seems to be this unpredictable current that may or may not drown them both.”
fictionalphina: brown “because the flesh we carry has become a canvas for another and the art of unraveling seems to be this unpredictable current that may or may not drown them both.”
fictionalphina: brown “because the flesh we carry has become a canvas for another and the art of unraveling seems to be this unpredictable current that may or may not drown them both.”
fictionalphina: brown “because the flesh we carry has become a canvas for another and the art of unraveling seems to be this unpredictable current that may or may not drown them both.”
fictionalphina: brown “because the flesh we carry has become a canvas for another and the art of unraveling seems to be this unpredictable current that may or may not drown them both.”
fictionalphina: brown “because the flesh we carry has become a canvas for another and the art of unraveling seems to be this unpredictable current that may or may not drown them both.”
fictionalphina: brown “because the flesh we carry has become a canvas for another and the art of unraveling seems to be this unpredictable current that may or may not drown them both.”
fictionalphina: brown “because the flesh we carry has become a canvas for another and the art of unraveling seems to be this unpredictable current that may or may not drown them both.”
fictionalphina: brown “because the flesh we carry has become a canvas for another and the art of unraveling seems to be this unpredictable current that may or may not drown them both.”