from "Wildfire" We want this The end to sleeping, the bitterswee arousal, the peeling back, the soft bat in resin, the release. It can't come quic enough, the hot touch that breaks the crus and lets us go. Hear it now: a crackling as the woods begin to sing alongside the birds
from "Wildfire" We want this The end to sleeping, the bitterswee arousal, the peeling back, the soft bat in resin, the release. It can't come quic...
