Mar 2019
O how I miss
The cheesy moon
Before we spotted
Your lovely face
With boots
And lit your
Terrible darkness.
Dearest sphere I
Feel now even
Older than thou...
The cheesy moon
Before we spotted
Your lovely face
With boots
And lit your
Terrible darkness.
Dearest sphere I
Feel now even
Older than thou...
(65/M/London England)
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