Valleys
Poetry / Toby Fitch

Valleys

the                           hued emerald thickets of desire to                        lace fling themselves have a cold like                       at the vigilante this one? in the air                         doves i’the ask the developed world                       shade about life & ambitions suffer                        s punishment for being a lovely per son a weak friend this is not                       all a mass high-five or even                      people fatigue mum said rest                  dream of a in … Continue reading