Aug 2017
Love is countless lonely cigarettes
littering a passage to the grave
a cadaver just drained of its life
its heat slipping away
like a cup of Japanese Sencha
on the railing of a porch.
littering a passage to the grave
a cadaver just drained of its life
its heat slipping away
like a cup of Japanese Sencha
on the railing of a porch.
(Paradise)
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