Sweet beast, I have gone prowling, a proud rejected man who lived along the edges catch as catch can in darkness and in hedges I sang my sour tone and all my love was howling conspicuously alone.
Sweet beast, I have gone prowling, a proud rejected man who lived along the edges catch as catch can in darkness and in hedges I sang my sour tone and all my love was howling conspicuously alone.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories