CİTİES AND SOLİTUDE — Nursel Ata

I didn t love anything the way I love a moth eaten evening on my crimson canvas I didn t wait for anyone the way I waited for the pitch dark night Nursel Ata

I didnt love anything the way I love a moth eaten evening on my crimson canvas I didnt wait for anyone the way I waited for the pitch dark night Nursel Ata