A murder, not a mystery
Paint dripped and dropped, splashing to the floors, A woman cried alone in the street, as they came all at once, Breaking down the poet’s doors. The sun refused to rise that day, as it looked on down with a … Continued
Paint dripped and dropped, splashing to the floors, A woman cried alone in the street, as they came all at once, Breaking down the poet’s doors. The sun refused to rise that day, as it looked on down with a … Continued