Distant tears forces me to
Break down this orange light
And brave into the sighs of
Forbidden portraits and beams.
Anything can happen
When black tears
Run away.
we gather each
Dream and summon
The hazel eyed euphony;
It few from us
I am free in us.
this will be my last poem
so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...
