This precarious vision, soaks into the skin. Between the vaporous evening mist and daylight. Dry as parchment she is etched with the Dead Sea Scrolls. Quickly retreating, (I travel with you) as we kneel on the edge of logic.
This precarious vision, soaks into the skin. Between the vaporous evening mist and daylight. Dry as parchment she is etched with the Dead Sea Scrolls. Quickly retreating, (I travel with you) as we kneel on the edge of logic.