light me up like a saint on the russian orthodox church feels like minus twenty with the wind chill and i’m like shit between clenched teeth it’s exactly 6:41pm on a mid-March night and your eyes are full of the way the light hits the top two-thirds of the buildings
night poems
night poems
night poems
light me up like a saint on the russian orthodox church feels like minus twenty with the wind chill and i’m like shit between clenched teeth it’s exactly 6:41pm on a mid-March night and your eyes are full of the way the light hits the top two-thirds of the buildings