By: Linda M Crate september wakes heavy on my bones for all it’s golden beauty i am always wound in nightmares of you because this is when you stole a piece of my soul i’ll never get back wish i…
By: Linda M Crate september wakes heavy on my bones for all it’s golden beauty i am always wound in nightmares of you because this is when you stole a piece of my soul i’ll never get back wish i…