Sep 2017
Moonlight is spilt,
across my pillowcase.
And the darkened blue purple sky,
asks to be forgiven,
in the outlines of
my reminiscence
of which
it is
not.
across my pillowcase.
And the darkened blue purple sky,
asks to be forgiven,
in the outlines of
my reminiscence
of which
it is
not.
