"I drew it over my skin like a violins bow, No one would ever hear the song of my shame.
When we sat down on the couch again, you curled up against my side, like you used to when you were a tod
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
When we sat down on the couch again, you curled up against my side, like you used to when you were a...
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