Nov 2020
your holy wine soaked lips
find mine at 2am as the stars
sigh above us
a prelude to the cold November sun
that will come
chilling our bones until they
fracture beyond
fusing back together
again
find mine at 2am as the stars
sigh above us
a prelude to the cold November sun
that will come
chilling our bones until they
fracture beyond
fusing back together
again
