your anger isa midnight piera lonely duneno hope in here
in that small townthe sunset burned orangeover tranquil waters of the lake
addiction masquerades skillfully as love.
this blanket is too fragile
here I go again
her skinholds memoryof violence
where do you go
she could never sit in silence, no.too terrified to hear the cry-though lowof a…
some territoriesof this vast container heartwill remain jagged.