PoemA Poem by a_methyste I have this ache It must be ancient I guess I climax when I tell you What goes There Electronically seductive In this dark space I call My head Sortounded by curlies And stuff.
I have this ache
It must be ancient I guess I climax when I tell you What goes There Electronically seductive In this dark space I call My head Sortounded by curlies And stuff. © 2024 a_methyste |
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