It was predictedso why’re you crying about it at five am;a king of experiencedoesn’t matter what your sex isit was an avalancheand you chose to dive into itit was the crossroadsand the parallel pathsa reflection in the mirrora shadow in the daymoon shadow at nightand you wonder why you wouldn’t go nutsit was the mostContinue reading “Snowball”
Samasya Tapasya 