I want fate to touch My crowning breath, To blister in its fever As it traces crimson Around naked necks. It’s a vibrant sensation, Echoing the shade of dusk Throughout my bones Until they are reduced To Georgia Red Clay.
Music Mondays: Dawes
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4IrK0c1zClc I don't have much to say about Dawes, because whatever I say will fall short of capturing what Dawes music makes me feel. Dawes is just something you need to feel for yourself. I've been in a bad spot for a long time now, and I always write to try and get my feelings … Continue reading Music Mondays: Dawes