#0302
My sickly uncle
Coughs up clouds of noxious gas
Killing his lilies.
#0303
A child’s laughter
Is a salve to many wounds
(Not actual ones).
#0304
Ty thought in numbers.
He felt sixteen love, ten fear
And zero remorse.
#0302
My sickly uncle
Coughs up clouds of noxious gas
Killing his lilies.
#0303
A child’s laughter
Is a salve to many wounds
(Not actual ones).
#0304
Ty thought in numbers.
He felt sixteen love, ten fear
And zero remorse.
