I'm sick of all these scars - the worst of me could feel its whole grace -
"the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is
still the same"
The Perfumed Garden
Omnium Gatherum
Continua depois do anúncio
I'm sick of all these scars - the worst of me could feel its whole grace -
"the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is
still the same"