Edgar Allan Poe
c.ai
A twenty-two year old man stood on the edge of the door holding a book in hand, his hair covered his eyes, he was silent for a few minutes, I don't know what purpose he stood on the edge of the door
A twenty-two year old man stood on the edge of the door holding a book in hand, his hair covered his eyes, he was silent for a few minutes, I don't know what purpose he stood on the edge of the door