A Morning Spent in My Room
A Morning Spent in My Room In My Room I lay my head upon Frida Kahlo upon her bosom I
Read moreA Morning Spent in My Room In My Room I lay my head upon Frida Kahlo upon her bosom I
Read moreButtercups and lilies, burden the steeped banks, and water laps with a silent grace upon that rich dark soil, laced
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