will corn
what scorn
must
you
norm
she fluffed
her pillows
left
me
under the willows
we took sips off her lips
she held my hands
we made plans
she said
she
would meet me
in
the
promised land
now your flakes
?
...
..
.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
