Your heart
'Your heart is a bloody plum in a bed of roses /
your body the bone garden of my dreams /
I could prick my finger on your thorn
and sleep for a thousand years'
capture @sydnvyshea
in autumn ablazed hollis, nh
'Your heart is a bloody plum in a bed of roses /
your body the bone garden of my dreams /
I could prick my finger on your thorn
and sleep for a thousand years'
capture @sydnvyshea
in autumn ablazed hollis, nh