galleysA Poem by winter;lyra
yes I do rob the stalls
I cash the lots scratch the price and roll in dirt disguise the product I am the roth, the child and the holy spirit solely folly I am the blood clot if do trace back, i am very much the only sot with a rich flannel and morrow crops sold in galleys © 2020 winter;lyra |
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Added on December 13, 2020 Last Updated on December 13, 2020 Author
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