ALL THE POETS ARE DEAD | POETRY
❝THE POETS ARE GONE. THEIR BODIES HAVE RETURNED TO THE DIRT, NOTHING BUT BONES.❞ A woman of words is like a garden full of weeds and when the weeds begin to grow its like a pen-knife in your heart and then your heart begins to bleed and then your dead. dead. dead. indeed. grabthemonets | all rights reserved © cover de...
