nathaniel - writer-spirit...

...like we are...

Her blood


your like an angel sees cross force
each sees the wind is often
on what your city looks always dark dungeon?
trappy go in the sun dreams
Lapi still a child
clouds hide the crimes Me
admires spell out wind wolf
maddeningly elusive fear dying
invariably seeking the resignation of a beautiful raven
blu?nierczego lose my man
weeping mother goes dismissed
If a lapsed time does not destroy the ravens...