All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...
It’s been over 2 years
Since I last saw your face...
A final showdown, the heavens have begun pouring...
Soaking wet, washing away my last letter to you...
You were not sin.
Pain interrupted to trigger...
Summer falls,
But it’s autumn...
Dying red leaves were
ready for a blitzkrieg. The spectre...