Hodl_poet

Orange glow The rush, the crush, the dash for cash to stash and smash the walls and halls and malls of old gold that's sold for less of the mess and more of the stress than before while more and more score the mark of cain the spark of pain that all told is so so cold. Rather, farther and farther out where air and care meet in the breath of innocence... we see the glee, the sigh, the sign that me and thee might win and, skin aflame, another game is played deeds are done and none are blamed ... all who ask can bask... in the Orange glow.