Awkward
First touch, zero, our thumbs Bump. I feel like a five-year-old Child being led across the road By his dittering maid. I unlace My digits, properly Putting them in their right Ridges. That’s what… Continue reading
First touch, zero, our thumbs Bump. I feel like a five-year-old Child being led across the road By his dittering maid. I unlace My digits, properly Putting them in their right Ridges. That’s what… Continue reading