Oh I cannot help this bad poetry. An evil muse has my family and dictates every word. Really. Every groan millimeters them to freedom. It's a European muse. Hummm. 414 followers / 35.1k words
stand out today in a 3 verse 2022 prosaic find your heart in a moving poem on its way hoem really ikr bloem and comb it back soem I'm sought cuz I'm nought and wish I was nougat
I keep curving against the side that is turning maybe I'm spinning like a turtle upside down girl "you spin me round" or some such words catching up with blood going somewhere with purpose unknown to vehicle swurving
the bindery of findery or is it grindery we mindery here the tray that taught me something or the shelf that proved my eyes are blind or the hdmi that morphed as i watched into usb showing the hallucination I am now within thin always wraps your heart beat anyway