My skin the skin
of oil lamps, musty
carpets, a splintered
wooden table with fire engine
paint on it,
set me in the corner
thinking about the proverbial
good old days.
My skin the skin
of oil lamps, musty
carpets, a splintered
wooden table with fire engine
paint on it,
set me in the corner
thinking about the proverbial
good old days.
