"O, CLEVER TENDER HANDS THAT STITCH UP NEEDING SKIN - I AM A WOUND & YOU STITCH ME WHOLE AGAIN."
YOU ARE READING
THE SADNESS OF CLOTHES.
Poetry─ he is gone and no one can tell us where / (emily fragos)
introduction
"O, CLEVER TENDER HANDS THAT STITCH UP NEEDING SKIN - I AM A WOUND & YOU STITCH ME WHOLE AGAIN."
