اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
This noise of bumps,
the direction of my mouth
and a livid left on you,
where my eyes can pick it
a sudden heat
invading my lips
a hand
rubbing my eyes
inside of me
I'm outside spaces
a word, a crowd
of outside faces
I've always been
evacuation wish
just memories left
on your skin
