Dec 2018
My poem done. The
blood night comes gingerly
I will stay awake-
to die every inch
in your purple dreams. O love
why it was scary?
Not my doing. This
utopia in fake play
chasing my verses.
blood night comes gingerly
I will stay awake-
to die every inch
in your purple dreams. O love
why it was scary?
Not my doing. This
utopia in fake play
chasing my verses.
