It saddens me,
my dreads
are an urban skyline,
made from
many strands.
But they
had seen better days:
No one seems to live there.
Poetry, prose and thoughts on sex and sexuality. And other stuff…..
It saddens me,
my dreads
are an urban skyline,
made from
many strands.
But they
had seen better days:
No one seems to live there.