Jan 2014
Sometimes you’re there
Wry eyes,
I can smell you –
This flat seeps,
And the doors weep,
And the corners hold you up.
Marionette -
Magic directs you.
My atheist,
You are my reason for God.
Wry eyes,
I can smell you –
This flat seeps,
And the doors weep,
And the corners hold you up.
Marionette -
Magic directs you.
My atheist,
You are my reason for God.
