#8 as of the Sixth
call me Aurora, for I smeared the red ink staining my fingertips wishing goodbye to Ruby Tuesday as the eighth time dawned and I fell like a dying star too shattered for the sky to hold “goodbye, Sarajevo...”
call me Aurora, for I smeared the red ink staining my fingertips wishing goodbye to Ruby Tuesday as the eighth time dawned and I fell like a dying star too shattered for the sky to hold “goodbye, Sarajevo...”