All my ventures in the flesh of grapes
were because...
It’s been over 2 years
Since I last saw your face...
A final showdown, the heavens have begun pouring...
Soaking wet, washing away my last letter to you...
Summer falls,
But it’s autumn...
Dying red leaves were
ready for a blitzkrieg. The spectre...
I might have no future,
but I might have...