Love beat like dove wings in my brain. The choir in my stomach strained at the chorus. She gripped the steel arm of the turnstile in her velvet hand and pushed her way into the lobby.
December 19, 1985
Posted December 19, 1985
Love beat like dove wings in my brain. The choir in my stomach strained at the chorus. She gripped the steel arm of the turnstile in her velvet hand and pushed her way into the lobby.