A.P. Sweet Quotes
I spread my fingers outward, letting the knife tip of my middle finger rip the sky as it tares a
I spread my fingers outward,
letting the knife tip of my
middle finger rip the sky as
it tares a rift in the moon. (A.P. Sweet)
letting the knife tip of my
middle finger rip the sky as
it tares a rift in the moon. (A.P. Sweet)