Sep 3
They check the pulse.
Make sure it's dead.
And speak their minds.
That are filled with dread.
I hope I have.
An escape plan soon.
The creeping influencers.
Are coming for you!
Make sure it's dead.
And speak their minds.
That are filled with dread.
I hope I have.
An escape plan soon.
The creeping influencers.
Are coming for you!
Notes - Gee, I'm not sure what I meant...9.3.2-------4
(Agender/The final frontier)
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