Dec 2015
I must leave room
For a wafot of perfume
For a gentle riot
Forsaking the polite
Saving the world
Petals unfurled
The sky will race
With your human face
To the pits
Of doom.
For a wafot of perfume
For a gentle riot
Forsaking the polite
Saving the world
Petals unfurled
The sky will race
With your human face
To the pits
Of doom.
