3/21/2017
The slightest breeze could whisk me away
I bow to my impermanent stay
Paper thin, here I stand
Take me anywhere, by the hand
Paper Thin
by Alex Hanna ·
by Alex Hanna ·
3/21/2017
The slightest breeze could whisk me away
I bow to my impermanent stay
Paper thin, here I stand
Take me anywhere, by the hand