Oct 2018
I've bled them dry,
How fine how fine,
For once in their eyes,
They now hold no life.
Nor apple seed bloom,
Nor mannequin beheld.
Always too soon,
to be put on the shelf.
How fine how fine,
For once in their eyes,
They now hold no life.
Nor apple seed bloom,
Nor mannequin beheld.
Always too soon,
to be put on the shelf.
