Aug 2019
The ground beneath my feet
is breaking, rumbling,
quacking me awake
As the sun comes chasing
a blazed
The moon goes into hiding
wallowing in sorrow and shame
is breaking, rumbling,
quacking me awake
As the sun comes chasing
a blazed
The moon goes into hiding
wallowing in sorrow and shame
(23/M)
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