Not your doll
Ice in eyes, she craves the fire of your silence now listen, let her talk for once cause you never asked, before you took because you always knew that no, […]
Daily Archives: December 16, 2017
Scent of ice
Do you know the scent of ice? Ice can borrow any color — why insist on grey? Skinning the pond, can this ice carry more than a sparrow’s weight? Have […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 