Kerbear
Windsor
An old soul, filled with a young spirit. A damaged heart, and a chaotic conscious. A slippery tongue and free fingers. Paper by the plenty and ink filled blood. I write what I am, what I've …
An old soul, filled with a young spirit. A damaged heart, and a chaotic conscious. A slippery tongue and free fingers. Paper by the plenty and ink filled blood. I write what I am, what I've …
