It’s a tenuous relationship. You and I, on the tightrope, walking. You and I, on the trapeze, arcing. It’s a best for no one. You and I, in the dark, holding our soggy matches out to dry.
It’s a tenuous relationship. You and I, on the tightrope, walking. You and I, on the trapeze, arcing. It’s a best for no one. You and I, in the dark, holding our soggy matches out to dry.
