….but the wells are turquoise green.All the liquor is gone. Fallen buildings and crater,exposed sewage andanimal sounds,I can’t sleep here. Conversing crows lookdown upon me.
Urban and narative poetry, vbog, personal journal
….but the wells are turquoise green.All the liquor is gone. Fallen buildings and crater,exposed sewage andanimal sounds,I can’t sleep here. Conversing crows lookdown upon me.