"The ginkgo glows like a lantern choir,
gold coins drifting from autumn’s quiet sleeve.
Then, betrayal, its berries descend,
a street-side massacre of buttery rot,
perfume curdling into something ancestral and aggressively alive."
-❤️ the show!
"The ginkgo glows like a lantern choir,
gold coins drifting from autumn’s quiet sleeve.
Then, betrayal, its berries descend,
a street-side massacre of buttery rot,
perfume curdling into something ancestral and aggressively alive."
-❤️ the show!
I need my pivot pod back 😞
I need my pivot pod back 😞