Tonight the night passes as a heavy weight. It is the dull sourness in my heart, the lump caught in my throat, the bullet that resides in my flesh. It is also swollen and sore and does not simply go away.
Tonight the night passes as a heavy weight. It is the dull sourness in my heart, the lump caught in my throat, the bullet that resides in my flesh. It is also swollen and sore and does not simply go away.
