Down Dead Ends
He doffs his own abysmal light in petty streets of thieves. He passes by a horse wrapped in pure velvet. He scrapes his nail on carriages that may be made of gold, and everywhere, in … Read more
He doffs his own abysmal light in petty streets of thieves. He passes by a horse wrapped in pure velvet. He scrapes his nail on carriages that may be made of gold, and everywhere, in … Read more