i see your breath,
cold calling,
i must confess,
it’s shivering.
a pale dew,
from your lips,
thirty-two,
and falling.
looking back,
i’m painted blue,
your exhale
was resisting.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
i see your breath,
cold calling,
i must confess,
it’s shivering.
a pale dew,
from your lips,
thirty-two,
and falling.
looking back,
i’m painted blue,
your exhale
was resisting.
