led back in to space as a pebble from gravel a stone isn’t rock you don’t touch a rock it’s alone a lot the likes of what you don’t know its home I could be curious but my hunch is you’ll look anyway
Poetry
led back in to space as a pebble from gravel a stone isn’t rock you don’t touch a rock it’s alone a lot the likes of what you don’t know its home I could be curious but my hunch is you’ll look anyway