Feb 2020
Poems hung out like laundry
on the strings of my heart to
dry in gentle summer breezes
wave goodbye to all my lovers.
I never wanted to leave but I
knew that someday you'd **** me.
on the strings of my heart to
dry in gentle summer breezes
wave goodbye to all my lovers.
I never wanted to leave but I
knew that someday you'd **** me.
