Nov 2020
he will never reach
a blissful satisfaction
picking splintered timbers
from a beige sky
he will never love you
until you burn
and the clouds are red
like a forest fire
a blissful satisfaction
picking splintered timbers
from a beige sky
he will never love you
until you burn
and the clouds are red
like a forest fire
(17/F/cayman islands)
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