this one is beautiful. it speaks.
sifting through piles of paper as a test.
it is buried. words piled on his furry head.
No, it just happened to bring you here. It was not planned.
can you find me?
sifting through piles of paper as a test.
it is buried. words piled on his furry head.
No, it just happened to bring you here. It was not planned.
can you find me?
visara:
