I’d still think of a place where our poets hid a secret. Is it already the place where our poems never fall out of words again?
I don’t know, darling —
I’ve never been to that place either.
– El

I’d still think of a place where our poets hid a secret. Is it already the place where our poems never fall out of words again?
I don’t know, darling —
I’ve never been to that place either.
– El