through these fields of loves destruction they call it a baptisms of fire I call it hell where hearts will never heal I've witnessed your suffering You've witnessed mine regrets will always be taken to the grave
The title is perfection, the poem a melting down of every poem you've written, a whittling of a limb down to a well balanced piece of art - enjoyed: a fan
Almost A Complete Summation
The title is perfection, the poem a melting down of every poem you've written, a whittling of a limb down to a well balanced piece of art - enjoyed: a fan