Here’s Lookin’ At Me – A Poem By Cypress Butane

Women are vacuums. They thrive on pain. Ilsa Lund was a liar for love. She had it all. She started the war. She was always wet in the eyes. It's all "We'll always have Paris", but I never got to make a spare key. At my place everyone knows my name. But they don't know … Continue reading Here’s Lookin’ At Me – A Poem By Cypress Butane