With her head on my shoulder, I die. I become a corpse, cheery plank ice sculpture around which she joyfully dances, spinning on the balls of her feet, pointe shoe prop the purple fabric of […]
With her head on my shoulder, I die. I become a corpse, cheery plank ice sculpture around which she joyfully dances, spinning on the balls of her feet, pointe shoe prop the purple fabric of […]