Summer Fiction
Summer Fiction
Summer Fiction
Summer Fiction
Summer Fiction
Summer Fiction
Summer Fiction
Summer Fiction
Summer Fiction
Summer Fiction
Summer Fiction
To: alone
On my own
I don’t know nothing
Must be stupid or something
About love
Lord, above
It rained all through July
Now it’s farewell and goodbye
To: alone
Covers blown
This letter I send
To my old fair-weather friend
It’s the end