237.
you sang one summer
and I filled my lungs with you.
your every note hangs
on every bronchi
like dewdrops kissing the trees
when the dawn arrives.
I’m scared
that one day
everything
will be perfectand my brain
will tell meno.
you sang one summer
and I filled my lungs with you.
your every note hangs
on every bronchi
like dewdrops kissing the trees
when the dawn arrives.
I’m scared
that one day
everything
will be perfectand my brain
will tell meno.