Silver cocking

in #writing3 years ago


          Introduce you to an adaptation in all the scratches between my back and your voice that is mine too. Bring sadisctic structure on a shell. I'm not a mind, i'm a child playing with broken arrows, waiting room away of the full moon. They were speaking.

          Dedicated to all my readers who want scape from an office or a place without windows, like a jail. Let me bring you universe of classic ruber cotton, exult your eyes corky.