bisouette: “It was late, late in the evening, The lovers they were gone; The clocks had ceased their chiming, And the deep river ran on.” Original prompt probably wasn’t thinking something like this, but I love dirty hipsters and trash punks
bisouette: “It was late, late in the evening, The lovers they were gone; The clocks had ceased their chiming, And the deep river ran on.” Original prompt probably wasn’t thinking something like this, but I love dirty hipsters and trash punks
