The year the trees grew feathers Nov 21 Written by Bart Hellinckx This veil of consciousness is wet and clingsIt scratches my skinThe year the trees grew wings21-11-2019 Bart Hellinckx Previous Previous There’s a boy and a girl (untitled) Next Next The planet and the hole
The year the trees grew feathers Nov 21 Written by Bart Hellinckx This veil of consciousness is wet and clingsIt scratches my skinThe year the trees grew wings21-11-2019 Bart Hellinckx
