
γΰΈΊβΏ.o β° π΄πππππππ β° o.βΏΰΈΊγ
Iααα΄α Οαα©αα΄
Bumble fibers pain me, I be
longing for tight budded seasons
Collapsing myself into a bulb
siphoning the lunelight,
sharpening my thorns.
Bumble fibers pain me, I be
longing for tight budded seasons
Collapsing myself into a bulb
siphoning the lunelight,
sharpening my thorns.