we have big confessions to make. this is not the time of miracles, but its a wonder we work at all. the first touch is to comfort. the second is for conciliation. the third touch asks a question. the answer is forbidding so you must turn and face the wall.
we have called many places home. we have called many bodies love. but does it bother you at all? walk through patterns just to pass the time, consume hurt because we hate the lie, and its a wonder we work at all. take it now, the prix youve always wanted...