shame is a garment of sorrow
threatening to rattle our equilibrium
pre-solstice jitters
bereft of an altitude
loves lisp
resting on forgotten forevers
who wants a life like that?
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
shame is a garment of sorrow
threatening to rattle our equilibrium
pre-solstice jitters
bereft of an altitude
loves lisp
resting on forgotten forevers
who wants a life like that?
rough rough draft, just looking for feedback while I edit
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