I was her boredom
As the monster cut up the city
We ordered food. and sat to wait out our imminent destruction
Disassembling art installations that had grown out of my hair
Going to and from.
There will be no Magical girl transformation sequence .
There will be no battle. And triumph
I was the summer.
Burning other people. while we stayed inside
For most of it
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 8:01 PM UTC
I was her boredom
As the monster cut up the city
We ordered food. and sat to wait out our imminent destruction
Disassembling art installations that had grown out of my hair
Going to and from.
There will be no Magical girl transformation sequence .
There will be no battle. And triumph
I was the summer.
Burning other people. while we stayed inside
For most of it
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