The flesh is weak.
nothing’s shocking
But easily discarded if one was so determined.
if one was so inclined
And yet beyond the ugliness lies the truth about us all.
fire is the outcome of hypocrisy
The flesh is weak.
nothing’s shocking
But easily discarded if one was so determined.
if one was so inclined
And yet beyond the ugliness lies the truth about us all.
fire is the outcome of hypocrisy
It’s whats for diner…
Merci pour le courriel, c’est très apprécié.
xx
Bastien.
Hi there! Thanks for your re-welcome message at my blog! Away for some days (almost a month?!) and you have a new site! Congrats! I’ll be back for more poetry…