The vestibule's pure textures sit with fringe blandness. We live in a vestibule, sharp and with lobed tones, a land of eros and gentle measures, where softness curves in nothingness.
The vestibule's pure textures sit with fringe blandness. We live in a vestibule, sharp and with lobed tones, a land of eros and gentle measures, where softness curves in nothingness.
