Poems from Jordan Barnes

The only reson that im sticking around is that my body still has a  functioning taste of blunt hope. That maybe one day on a frosty october...
The only reson that im sticking around is that my body still has a  functioning taste of blunt hope. That maybe one day on a frosty october...
Magnitudes where I feel compelled to describe with poignant elements, This facade my mind pocesses. This moment, this era, this enterprise...