A touch.
A fleeting illusion of closeness
shying away in the face of others.
Not much.
I don’t intend to pry. It’s useless.
It can bloom under the covers.
A touch.
A fleeting illusion of closeness
shying away in the face of others.
Not much.
I don’t intend to pry. It’s useless.
It can bloom under the covers.
The official bulletin of the artist IMPREINT created to repost excerpts from 'En plein air'.
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