Incandescent
FastToo FastAt least for people As for herEverything goes only fastThe way she loves it She doesn’t care about peopleWhose people?What people? FastFaster She runs whitout a glimpseElle court sans plus pouvoir s’arrêterRed hair in the windRed Freckles on her cheekGalloping behind herOn her Big RedHorses RedEvery inch is redHer HeartHer SoulHer ThoughtsHer ActionsHer Angers … More Incandescent








