Japanese Lanternes She, red-lipped; prophet-seer, blaring out the word. He, prays swell; apple-cheeked blowing on his horn. Me soul-less entranced; their foot still in my door. Share this:GooglePinterestMoreEmailFacebookTwitterLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... ← Chimera 66 The Snake Did It →
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