I wish to be catapulted to someone’s elses desire
that way, I can rest without pausing
At last, welcome to my poetic spot!
half bleary half choke
This time, It’s not of crocheted bedspreads
But of agate lines.
I wish to be catapulted to someone’s elses desire
that way, I can rest without pausing
At last, welcome to my poetic spot!
half bleary half choke
This time, It’s not of crocheted bedspreads
But of agate lines.
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