he hive friends all of me today publish a poem hopefully useful
Fire π₯
last night I shivered did not get to spend ..
the rest of the complaints are over
warm the body in fire
You shouldn't be quiet ... A thousand languages
even though I'm reluctant to knock your heart
door on the verge - there
never mind the tangles and scratches today
gag taste in the recesses of the heart
I also accidentally invited you
in up there
And before
the fire slowly extinguished itself
Heraklius 05082020-not fragileπ€£π€£π€£
