“In this young night’s sky, there are pinhole lights, find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead. Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds I got from rubbing elbows with a sharpened edge?”
Tweet“In this young night’s sky, there are pinhole lights, find the shape of a harp and an arrowhead. Do I hear your tunes or acknowledge wounds I got from rubbing elbows with a sharpened edge?”
Tweet