Bathing Suits Gretchen Rossi Wears

your voice, a silent whistle
your face, relegated to the imagination, my hope, Thy will
an intersection of roads impassable,
do not know how to describe it, I do not know how explain, as expected swallow his home.
as post-modern context, your face is not there,
that day, strange thinking, strange
imagine that day will come that day, maybe one day

that picture will have a picture from the face of an angel and then the
My spirit will be full of yourself