Family Heirloom
โWhy words, when they’re so slippery?โ Whisperings find me standing At the bridgeโ Squinting through light and darkness To see whatโs left to hold as trad...
โWhy words, when they’re so slippery?โ Whisperings find me standing At the bridgeโ Squinting through light and darkness To see whatโs left to hold as trad...