Beauty’s Curse
OutroGrass remembers where we stood and hardens there,Three shadows move,
no trumpet, no repair,Red holds heat, the path takes air—Onward,
measured; nothing spare.
Beauty’s Curse
OutroGrass remembers where we stood and hardens there,Three shadows move,
no trumpet, no repair,Red holds heat, the path takes air—Onward,
measured; nothing spare.