The skies, are so open in November, ribcages with no souls, I can look straight up and see heaven. I never saw any red leaves that fall. Maybe it was a sign. I would later see so much red.… more
The skies, are so open in November, ribcages with no souls, I can look straight up and see heaven. I never saw any red leaves that fall. Maybe it was a sign. I would later see so much red.… more
