Aug 2020
i've taken the breath,
quite out of this quiet room,
to think of someone who isnt you.
our sin buries love,
unswept by the broom.
waiting diagnosis,
to prove I'm a loon.
quite out of this quiet room,
to think of someone who isnt you.
our sin buries love,
unswept by the broom.
waiting diagnosis,
to prove I'm a loon.
