Nine
JEFFERY EUGENE MILLS
I love you
More than the last sweet fruit
Held on the highest limb
I love you
like a trampled flower's bruised flame
It loosens my limbs
It doesn't know how to speak its name
I love you
More than the last sweet fruit
Held on the highest limb
I love you
like a trampled flower's bruised flame
It loosens my limbs
It doesn't know how to speak its name
2003 • Black Eyes
2003 • Black Eyes
2003 • Black Eyes
2003 • Black Eyes
2003 • Black Eyes
2004 • Cough
2004 • Cough
2003 • Black Eyes
2003 • Black Eyes
2003 • Black Eyes
2003 • Black Eyes
2003 • Black Eyes