Victoria
my sweet overcast
angel
there is sand in
the corners of your eyes
and grey
seals in your reprise
down on the wharf
that did not exist
we fed imaginary
pellets to non
existent mermaids
my sweet overcast
angel
there is sand in
the corners of your eyes
and grey
seals in your reprise
down on the wharf
that did not exist
we fed imaginary
pellets to non
existent mermaids