spotted lights on the horizon
buildings that grazed the sky
and a whole city of people
who will never know he died
im sorry
it waS MEANT TO BE HAPPY HOW DID THIS HAPPEN
anyway,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Otterman ethereallly who the frick frack snick snack is doing a begin
YOU ARE READING
fire
Poetryshe was the candle that would never go out, even in the breeze of adversity. - a collection of poems
