I was a gift upon the heart of
soiled regression.
Never one to look a gift in the mouth of fallen
promises.
For the decaying leaves
left before me,
were not for lost causes.
But fertiliser of new reflections.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 12:40 PM UTC
I was a gift upon the heart of
soiled regression.
Never one to look a gift in the mouth of fallen
promises.
For the decaying leaves
left before me,
were not for lost causes.
But fertiliser of new reflections.
