27 february 2019
The Warts
Like a wax moth, me―
sensing your footsteps
from a mile.
*
The half-truths
were always baked in milk
to look white.
*
The cleric was
jubilant. God has decided
not to live any more.
27 february 2019
Like a wax moth, me―
sensing your footsteps
from a mile.
*
The half-truths
were always baked in milk
to look white.
*
The cleric was
jubilant. God has decided
not to live any more.
Terms of use | Privacy policy | Contact
Copyright © 2010 truml.com, by using this service you accept terms of use.
17 september 2025
wiesiek
16 september 2025
wiesiek
16 september 2025
absynt
16 september 2025
absynt
15 september 2025
wiesiek
14 september 2025
wiesiek
13 september 2025
wiesiek
12 september 2025
wiesiek
9 september 2025
absynt
9 september 2025
ajw