bleeding zero intentions
and whole of my magics
i loved you before I married
the idol truths.
salutations abrupt our sideway
morals and a little wing flew by
with telepathic breathes.
stipulated in art;
my home is your peace.
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...
