Sep 2014
You played yourself
'till I was red in the face
& those visions of you,
those cobwebs that you made,
tiny glistening strings,
linger still,
traces here,
in my wanton mind.
'till I was red in the face
& those visions of you,
those cobwebs that you made,
tiny glistening strings,
linger still,
traces here,
in my wanton mind.
