My mind is a postbox, she says,
Of letters I’ll never send
I’ll keep the postage ready, he says,
In case you ever change your mind. – at Prithvi Cafe
View on Path
My mind is a postbox, she says,
Of letters I’ll never send
I’ll keep the postage ready, he says,
In case you ever change your mind. – at Prithvi Cafe
View on Path