You make me come alive-too alive. It's breathless, like a disaster. Ravishing, like crossing over into the desert and losing your bearings. Nothing's the same again.
— Margaret Way
Black Ingo
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved
You make me come alive-too alive. It's breathless, like a disaster. Ravishing, like crossing over into the desert and losing your bearings. Nothing's the same again.
— Margaret Way
Black Ingo
© Spoligo | 2024 All rights reserved