Coven
The wagons, encircled, the gates have been drawn. Unless a devotee it might turn out wrong. All bits and pieces, at one time, a song. I used to be out there, but didn’t belong. Now, I’m back inside – […] Continue reading
The wagons, encircled, the gates have been drawn. Unless a devotee it might turn out wrong. All bits and pieces, at one time, a song. I used to be out there, but didn’t belong. Now, I’m back inside – […] Continue reading