Why do I do it
every time;
an earring,
a broken pen,
your darts,
a shard of glass.
My attempts are
half-assed.
poetry & prose by HLR
poetry & prose by HLR
Why do I do it
every time;
an earring,
a broken pen,
your darts,
a shard of glass.
My attempts are
half-assed.
