the weight of isolated air
the night air is heavy coating my lungs in regretthat colors the tone of my voice in gravel all that was beautiful was always twistedbut not every twisted branch holds beauty air cooled by moonlight…
Poetry
the night air is heavy coating my lungs in regretthat colors the tone of my voice in gravel all that was beautiful was always twistedbut not every twisted branch holds beauty air cooled by moonlight…