Turn my arm, touch the cold air
Touching everything I want to hold
Black on my skin
It's sheer and cold.
Feel a thousand pins all over my thumb
Twenty-seven bones as I turn my arm.
Danke an Tabea.
Turn my arm, touch the cold air
Touching everything I want to hold
Black on my skin
It's sheer and cold.
Feel a thousand pins all over my thumb
Twenty-seven bones as I turn my arm.
Danke an Tabea.
Ebert Harald 25/06/2024 15:02
Perspektive und Bea sind top, VLG Harald