When I come to you, I become a tree Trees have roots
My heart is an oligarch: A staunch, pot-bellied, knuckle-cracking middle-aged man lounging carelessly, lazily in his sitting room with his limbs spread out on a settee
The first pulse, in the midst of a whipping maelstrom,
When I come to you, I become a tree Trees have roots
My heart is an oligarch: A staunch, pot-bellied, knuckle-cracking middle-aged man lounging carelessly, lazily in his sitting room with his limbs spread out on a settee
The first pulse, in the midst of a whipping maelstrom,
