I can feel it, we cycle through endless power shifts. Like tectonic plates deep below the skin, commanding our bones, your tremors are slow at first. They are a warning, a silent parting that invites me inside, tilts our frail...
I can feel it, we cycle through endless power shifts. Like tectonic plates deep below the skin, commanding our bones, your tremors are slow at first. They are a warning, a silent parting that invites me inside, tilts our frail...