Dear unwritten,
I can feel you in there. My hand scoops, emerges tickled by furry creatures. Your downy chest palpitant, your short life vibrating in the jaws of some wolf or other.
Clumsy split keyboard ratchets insult your throes.
I tried,
Dear unwritten,
I can feel you in there. My hand scoops, emerges tickled by furry creatures. Your downy chest palpitant, your short life vibrating in the jaws of some wolf or other.
Clumsy split keyboard ratchets insult your throes.
I tried,