You said you’d been weighing the cost of self-censorship and looked pained when I let slip a laugh. Forgive me, my friend, I could not explain: it was not about you, but what I can’t say.
Poems about the dark times.
You said you’d been weighing the cost of self-censorship and looked pained when I let slip a laugh. Forgive me, my friend, I could not explain: it was not about you, but what I can’t say.