trece. crossed-out lines
three years later,
do traces of me still hide
in the pages of your
song book, the same way
i scatter pieces of you in
the crossed-out lines of my
poetry?—
dear muse.
crossed-out lines
trece. crossed-out lines
three years later,
do traces of me still hide
in the pages of your
song book, the same way
i scatter pieces of you in
the crossed-out lines of my
poetry?—
dear muse.