so this friend of mine
wanted to go skating on a death pond…
Day: March 21, 2021
there’s a poem,
locked away
somewhere
I don’t remember…
Blame is boring,
and can make,
life harder…
A flower whips,
side to side,
in a swirling breeze…
so this friend of mine
wanted to go skating on a death pond…
there’s a poem,
locked away
somewhere
I don’t remember…
Blame is boring,
and can make,
life harder…
A flower whips,
side to side,
in a swirling breeze…