YOU ARE READING tuberculum Poetry holes putrefy my lungs and my mind. [ sequel to "misellus" ] ν 56 21 1 by trashykawa by trashykawa Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story no bliss in ignorance, no glory in awareness. simply doom, forever and now, what is left for us? all in all, just bricks to keep building walls rather than bridges.
