Poems from erinkilcoyne
I look through the broken glass of my being
just a thing for people to scream at without really seeing
I shake my mane to free the...
I look through the broken glass of my being
just a thing for people to scream at without really seeing
I shake my mane to free the...
I look through the broken glass of my being
just a thing for people to scream at without really seeing
I shake my mane to free the...
I look through the broken glass of my being
just a thing for people to scream at without really seeing
I shake my mane to free the...
I look through the broken glass of my being
just a thing for people to scream at without really seeing
I shake my mane to free the...