4 years
Wednesday, September 7
i go fly a kite
a world in a paper oven
her eyes, black
pepper, a dozen
days I've fallen for you
each morning, more resistance
you encompass everything
with your treacherous skin
and wine soaked heroine
wet teeth, like death
letting sleep leave me
and folding flowers
approach
a world in a paper oven
her eyes, black
pepper, a dozen
days I've fallen for you
each morning, more resistance
you encompass everything
with your treacherous skin
and wine soaked heroine
wet teeth, like death
letting sleep leave me
and folding flowers
approach
