Breath Jan 10 Written by Nathaniel Hankins The storm carries my final breath in its winds. My death was swift and quick, but I still can’t leave. Nathaniel Hankins Previous Previous Finally Next Next Just a Cliché
Breath Jan 10 Written by Nathaniel Hankins The storm carries my final breath in its winds. My death was swift and quick, but I still can’t leave. Nathaniel Hankins
