In frame : a rose in winter. this winter reeks of charming marshmallows,the fire beneath my skinny bonesbreaks into someone's houseand burnsthe desires of the world,the epiphany of the afterlifethat withers in the thoughtsalmost as uncertain as the snowfalling in the city of heat this winter is a deathless grief,surrendering to the faithof the lonely … Continue reading Who is the witness?