I feel your racing heart. My liquid, silver arms extended. These waves aren't far apart. Black gold in clawfoot tarps, unchanging. I am fire; where's my form?. Whisper crimson; I intrude. There'
I feel your racing heart. My liquid, silver arms extended. These waves aren't far apart. Black gold in clawfoot tarps, unchanging. I am fire; where's my form?. Whisper crimson; I intrude. There'