Hanging tree
I passed your way before, insidious, tarnishing the sleeping ochre sun awaiting darkness to settle in the crevasses of your rheumatoid knots. You sang no hymnals, worshipping only to your […]
I passed your way before, insidious, tarnishing the sleeping ochre sun awaiting darkness to settle in the crevasses of your rheumatoid knots. You sang no hymnals, worshipping only to your […]