Blue black, the red sun
breaks into your eyes. I go crazy
running after doves.
The lake goes on fire
I collect the shells. Luxury
of becoming poor.
Carpenter will do his
job now. Declines to sit,
carves a goddess.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 8:00 PM UTC
Blue black, the red sun
breaks into your eyes. I go crazy
running after doves.
The lake goes on fire
I collect the shells. Luxury
of becoming poor.
Carpenter will do his
job now. Declines to sit,
carves a goddess.