September came with
Memories and vacant eyes,
May ways thorough
Boats and deceived our
Belongings.
Saturate me in closed eyes
And release me by
Purpose.
this was our end
this was our first
kiss.
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...
