Carve out
and Summer.
What you tell me
i don’t Already know.
“Love is a word another kind of open”-
melons, juicy, ripe, Pink, plucked-
tossed over all my
Crumbling walls.
Carve out
and Summer.
What you tell me
i don’t Already know.
“Love is a word another kind of open”-
melons, juicy, ripe, Pink, plucked-
tossed over all my
Crumbling walls.