Feb 2020
Red, stripe, white.
Isn't that the pattern?
We fed,
We might
Consume to make a better bed
Delighted,
Dreams still dance inside my head
The night
Never seems to find its end.
Isn't that the pattern?
We fed,
We might
Consume to make a better bed
Delighted,
Dreams still dance inside my head
The night
Never seems to find its end.
