Unprepared
11 Mar 2023 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
Cuts in the soul.and south of allmy unconsciousnessThis whirlwind passion.Now that I'mturning twilightlittle by little,trills inhabit meof your dreams,like birdsthat come to flutter methe mix,the leaven of your longing...And they find me like thisunp...