havana.rama:
We preach a different word.
havana.rama:
Gathered by a black intent.
havana.rama:
Comes two eyes.
havana.rama:
Length of what we know.
havana.rama:
Four is the number of times I shall fall.
havana.rama:
Pale green things.
havana.rama:
That stare could dig my grave.
havana.rama:
Gears and sprockets for a greater conclusion
havana.rama:
Ice on chapped skin.
havana.rama:
Weeds growing out your voice.
havana.rama:
Locks that hug the earth.