The Desert Ear
As a misty morning meadow makes a dog itch your index finger burns against my ear scorching the lobe with a high pitch The sizzling sound leaves me deafened which leaves me thirsting for the music of fleas
As a misty morning meadow makes a dog itch your index finger burns against my ear scorching the lobe with a high pitch The sizzling sound leaves me deafened which leaves me thirsting for the music of fleas