We were times favorite muse
It gifted itself to us daily to see what we'd become
YOU ARE READING
I'm not sure if I'm doing this right
PoetryA collection of my poetry that I hope no one sees, but I guess that is kind of a lie, maybe just a anonymously for now.
dancing on quicksand
We were times favorite muse
It gifted itself to us daily to see what we'd become
