- 15th
- 08:54
The ground below is bare and burned, at the places I have learned to trust you
- 2 comments
- 18th
- 23:22
Weave, weave, weave me the sunshine out of the falling rain
- 1 comment
- 25th
- 11:08
I'm giving up my vices, I'm going back, back to school
- 28th
- 10:20
Rowena was an artist's daughter, the deeper image shook her up
- 1 comment