Mar 2017
From their edges
seeps an abyss
This war inside me
pushes me across a desert,
Sepia color is invading
tiny passages, the woods,
My wild west is like a cigarette
dangling from my pale lips…
seeps an abyss
This war inside me
pushes me across a desert,
Sepia color is invading
tiny passages, the woods,
My wild west is like a cigarette
dangling from my pale lips…
