never tired of each other the mist and the autumn forest
Tag: freedom
a nest to be proud of between a live wire and a pouch of ashes
touch and she glows i feel the same way too
plenty on the moon’s mind this autumn night
kindly deposit your eyes in this box the whiskey burns
more shadow than shrill getting used to this face
autumn night the time spent with walls counts as penance
electric sages making sense of alien sounds and neon lit oddities
how eager the night moth is to fly into the flames of the sun
autumn noon i pick a face from the tree and wear it with utmost care