a shattered lapse (for all the beautiful activists in the streets)
Hands stretched to the heavens, Wishing they would grab us up Carry us through a porthole to the dimension where Fact Does not have to be proclaimed By straining voices, […]
Hands stretched to the heavens, Wishing they would grab us up Carry us through a porthole to the dimension where Fact Does not have to be proclaimed By straining voices, […]