What's left
A platter completes with desires,
or atleast that's what i bestow.
Every ounce of that tastes different, the wantings are spectacular.
And between them you see me spaced,
connecting my dailies to life.
And between them you find me gazed,
appealing my existence.
Standing still amongst the...
or atleast that's what i bestow.
Every ounce of that tastes different, the wantings are spectacular.
And between them you see me spaced,
connecting my dailies to life.
And between them you find me gazed,
appealing my existence.
Standing still amongst the...