Home Read Write Forums Blogs X By fey_mouseWed, 29 Sep 2004 1214 reads The air is glass: I break it whenever I move like the past. My hands bleed from trying to shape the shards into something that will hold hope Certificate UStoryOther Fiction Facebook Twitter Log in to post comments
X By fey_mouseWed, 29 Sep 2004 1214 reads The air is glass: I break it whenever I move like the past. My hands bleed from trying to shape the shards into something that will hold hope Certificate UStoryOther Fiction Facebook Twitter Log in to post comments
