I waited for you to break my heart, but you never would. So we grew together, mold between bread slices of inhale/exhale; ingest/excrete.
Evan Anderson lives and writes in a bowl of a city surrounded by swamps and brimming with stories and music.
I waited for you to break my heart, but you never would. So we grew together, mold between bread slices of inhale/exhale; ingest/excrete.
Evan Anderson lives and writes in a bowl of a city surrounded by swamps and brimming with stories and music.