Poetry For Everyday People
Beneath A Red Wine Moon
I've lived here
for a long time,
between ink and paper,
typewriters and blank saviors,
keyboards and screens,
canvas and hope,
A minor and blues,
loneliness and innovation,
if I can only learn
to spit memories.
for a long time,
between ink and paper,
typewriters and blank saviors,
keyboards and screens,
canvas and hope,
A minor and blues,
loneliness and innovation,
if I can only learn
to spit memories.
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Beneath A Red Wine Moon
Beneath A Red Wine Moon
