there was a gun in his hands.
a shinny little thing, gold underneath.
he promised, he would meet her.
shot the sun, brought the moon up.
come closer, he whispered.
say my name.
8.5.22
hamza
there was a gun in his hands.
a shinny little thing, gold underneath.
he promised, he would meet her.
shot the sun, brought the moon up.
come closer, he whispered.
say my name.
8.5.22
