I’m losing count of the days.
poetry
I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here
I fell inside the outside.
Take me home: the place I love.
Tommy has two faces. He wears them both
I’m losing count of the days.
I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here
I fell inside the outside.
Take me home: the place I love.
Tommy has two faces. He wears them both
