欧宝娱乐

“I stitched the name of my love
as Paris, the anatomy of bone-sepal
into untainted skin. A window in the
room opened into a pastel-blue
sculpture of a woman who looked
like she was still in love after she had
been in love, after the sun burned
anew, an orb of xanthous filament.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta