lit by harsh
personal
words
i made
what we knew
an enemy
such a horrible, unthinkable act
YOU ARE READING
the season of midnight came
Poetrycollected from my blackout poetry book still a deep admiration is a twisted weapon of a crazed, little perfect world
p. 44
lit by harsh
personal
words
i made
what we knew
an enemy
such a horrible, unthinkable act