haina

english gothic june came when the sky burst open seeping in like painted blue angel eyes july was lost on me: london by moonlight i came to visit you by ...

(dream of spanish prima donnas―the scent of lilacs) tracing silk silhouettes with trembling finger tips maybe in another life everything was still all right it was raining today and it ...

keep still we stopped at the café by the harbor docks talked for an hour in the window seat of how you'd take me south in the winter you drank ...