The birds
Are struggling to prepare
For this weak and tumbling air.
I dreamt I found your body.
And love
It fills the s***e for us.
A tired cloud of dust
As we sleep in different places.
Are struggling to prepare
For this weak and tumbling air.
I dreamt I found your body.
And love
It fills the s***e for us.
A tired cloud of dust
As we sleep in different places.