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
I am in danger the danger of the danger of clambering out of this thing seeing this thing that isn't grand that is a chain I would clamber I would climb I would rest here Really I would