Left In Kowloon by Premonitions Of War

Stolen Breath

by Premonitions Of War· from Left In Kowloon

Undone and ever-changing. Sprawling out and reaching forward. Stretched out to the bay and back over again. Over and over again. Past sad fences and filled in fountains. Pennies in the eyes of dragons. Corroded and sedate like no other goddess.