Ashes and flowers; some poetry; the frigid truth of autumn bonfires; the sad magic; the magic sin; the artificial paradise; the graphic laughter. Daemons rule here. Their lips are aglow. They kiss tulips in red wine.
I like this one. It rolls across the tongue and mind smoothly. It makes me thirsty.
I like this one. It rolls across the tongue and mind smoothly. It makes me thirsty.