distortion in groveA Poem by winter;lyra
you won't be
a thousand miles away from another lover sauna dweller your hellenistic bribe too old for this tribe inquire no less than a dime in the sewer out of your reach but a kick to your greed no flex on these streets queer as we go no meat in the oven but we had them boys thirst for these pills distortion in grove © 2019 winter;lyra |
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Added on February 24, 2019 Last Updated on February 24, 2019 Author
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