Ink blot skin.
I was wondering
How long might Time
Require my death
By sweltering.
The sweating stars,
The killing Sun,
Don’t know how far
You must have come
Just to do their bidding.
Ink blot skin.
I was wondering
How long might Time
Require my death
By sweltering.
The sweating stars,
The killing Sun,
Don’t know how far
You must have come
Just to do their bidding.
