Back
to the dregs.
the wellspring
of the unoriginal.
I don’t hate it –
In fact I missed you,
my crooked familiar Muse.
I’m back
until I waltz again.
Back
to the dregs.
the wellspring
of the unoriginal.
I don’t hate it –
In fact I missed you,
my crooked familiar Muse.
I’m back
until I waltz again.