It seems I’m a Year old from all these wondi posts?! well happy fun Melo Year tis?! than Q!
a poem I wrote a while ago
Sweet October one day my sweet October full of death and carnage placed her sweet hands of me and told me to pardon I asked her what was that she was to forgive a silenced cadaver.
she cried and told me to go back over I told her nothing excluding what was for all she slept though cries and bitter came roaring from the dirt. a single thread of hope a single grain of dirt
she implored me "please" I told her no, without a single verb through twisted carnage that she was back to the dirt she would keep on until that next year where I scounder stone of rock filled with noun I will find her title once more upon this dead laid grave of hers.