I am nothing more than a piece of art, carefully sculpted by my maker. I’ve been bent, twisted, battered and bruised, in an attempt to impress a taker. But for now I’m hanging on this wall, patiently waiting to be chose…. Read More ›
I am nothing more than a piece of art, carefully sculpted by my maker. I’ve been bent, twisted, battered and bruised, in an attempt to impress a taker. But for now I’m hanging on this wall, patiently waiting to be chose…. Read More ›