grind my bones
with mortar and pestal
scatter me
and every wondrous notion
to the missed smoke signals
from roman battlefields
i cast many spells
but
have never forced
any heart
to fall
in
love
Categories
grind my bones
with mortar and pestal
scatter me
and every wondrous notion
to the missed smoke signals
from roman battlefields
i cast many spells
but
have never forced
any heart
to fall
in
love