Clear Parisian sky a sweet night to live and die without purpose or validation of intent but a twist of fate walking down the Champs Elysees and in my heart there is a love song and bright city lights and what is that I heard you say not in a soft whisper but accusatory verbiage …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Trilby Yates 