charlie bronson andy love he draws birds (Remove filter)
what is it charlie (07/31/2017)
a late summers breeze
the breath of a familiar lover
the chatter of magpies against
a cool and depleted sun
lazing on the horizon
laying on its side
looking back at me
filling me with secrets, light and whispered
about an afterlife you can't buy with good deeds
and tithes
it doesn't feel like a prison if you know where to look
Tuesday 1st August 2017 11:18 pm
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