moonandmoon: —Our words, like blown kisses, are swallowed by ghosts Along the way, their destinations bereft In a rub of brightness unending: How distant everything always is,
moonandmoon: —Our words, like blown kisses, are swallowed by ghosts Along the way, their destinations bereft In a rub of brightness unending: How distant everything always is,
moonandmoon: —Our words, like blown kisses, are swallowed by ghosts Along the way, their destinations bereft In a rub of brightness unending: How distant everything always is,