
Marquesa Sage.
The Woods
“Veins of glass
Paper skin
I’m torn
Bones to ash
When I’m gone
Please don’t mourn
This will pass
I don’t belong here anymore. “ -Lund. ❤️
My husband, jazz, whiskey, surfing, hocke…
“Veins of glass
Paper skin
I’m torn
Bones to ash
When I’m gone
Please don’t mourn
This will pass
I don’t belong here anymore. “ -Lund. ❤️
My husband, jazz, whiskey, surfing, hocke…