‘Women like this, these dreamer women suddenly cannot be stopped.
They palm your face, holding it as if becoming art in their hands.
Peering in, you imagine it was for a woman like this, Troy laid in ruins. . . ‘
‘Women like this, these dreamer women suddenly cannot be stopped.
They palm your face, holding it as if becoming art in their hands.
Peering in, you imagine it was for a woman like this, Troy laid in ruins. . . ‘