Crime of Dispassion
I’m ice cold and my hands are blue. I feel the wind right through my shoe. I’ve got no roof or home to shelter me, the human discard of society. I’m a homeless man in … Read more
I’m ice cold and my hands are blue. I feel the wind right through my shoe. I’ve got no roof or home to shelter me, the human discard of society. I’m a homeless man in … Read more