21/1/23
the moon, the stars
the sun or mars
the thousand galaxies before us,
every night i dream and crawl out of my grave
i hold you in my arms before i sink back in
if i die , perhaps i can have you as my last piece.
my only one.
21/1/23
the moon, the stars
the sun or mars
the thousand galaxies before us,
every night i dream and crawl out of my grave
i hold you in my arms before i sink back in
if i die , perhaps i can have you as my last piece.
my only one.