Feb 2021
just now,
spring lie
on her serrated
side--
on winter's bed.
he's fast asleep...
she's looking him
over, thinking:
you haven't killed me
yet you ****.
i will not be survived
by.
spring lie
on her serrated
side--
on winter's bed.
he's fast asleep...
she's looking him
over, thinking:
you haven't killed me
yet you ****.
i will not be survived
by.
