AbyssA Poem by a_methyste She had the abbyss in her hand. She couldn’t handle this glass. You could hear the flip flops, And the pieces as they scattered around.
She had the abbyss in her hand.
She couldn’t handle this glass. You could hear the flip flops, And the pieces as they scattered around. © 2025 a_methyste |
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Added on March 25, 2025 Last Updated on March 25, 2025 |
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