Michelangelo. They hang above your hands. . And I know, she is not my friend. And I know, cuz there she goes. Walking on my skin again. . And I can't see why. You want to talk to me. When your vision of
A sight of perfect silence. An empty corner. A page without a word. A letter being written on a torso. Of marble and thin vapor. Oh love love. Is this the open window. . A sight of perfect sil
A sight of perfect silence. An empty corner. A page without a word. A letter being written on a torso. Of marble and thin vapor. Oh love love. Is this the open window. . A sight of perfect sil
A sight of perfect silence. An empty corner. A page without a word. A letter being written on a torso. Of marble and thin vapor. Oh love love. Is this the open window. . A sight of perfect sil
