French or English?
What’s a poem but an assortment of black, white, its sunlight, its Orwell, and its A starry night sky. Its me and my window and my sad pointless, running around the world, caught up in a frenzy, moonshine, read the savage land.
French or English?
What’s a poem but an assortment of black, white, its sunlight, its Orwell, and its A starry night sky. Its me and my window and my sad pointless, running around the world, caught up in a frenzy, moonshine, read the savage land.