1221A Poem by winter;lyra
oh no
coconut trees don't sprout we had to sit consume the sea and find a way to be a sparkly monolith inhibitions right on top our lips we've primed the creed with a colourless tuition monthly missing a venetian treaty we let them come and go © 2019 winter;lyra |
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Added on February 24, 2019 Last Updated on February 24, 2019 Author
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