by Robert M. Hensel
Shadow puppets on the wall.
Dark carbon copies of what a furnished room bares.
Into a black covered mirror, my world reflects.
Showing me things, only the night has to offer.
Last updated May 02, 2015
Shadow puppets on the wall.
Dark carbon copies of what a furnished room bares.
Into a black covered mirror, my world reflects.
Showing me things, only the night has to offer.