there’s no blood & the faint scar’s from years
gone
I’m not
home anymore not high not
stoned but away I’m
not
fit to hold your
stare say nothing This
is the best I have been
long term
the least disturbed
In dreams my
cut’s not so
deep as to leave anything
more than
worn skin
good, thanks Peter
Can feel the deep breakage, caro amico. Love the cut in the dream!