seen from Costa Rica
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Italy
seen from Netherlands
seen from Italy
seen from T1
seen from Latvia
seen from Netherlands
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from France
All my bones creak as i move my tired wrists laying under summer’s artificial glow Magenta sheets cover my newly wounded flesh as i am stabbed with little doses of pain My scared skin tells tales of sinful days when i was the reason for all the pain.
F.A//WOUNDED FLESH
