Sep 5
It ate all my poems,
Except the few,
That were in short term memory,
And I blame you.
The spinning sea, a vortex rhymed.
Every day, I want to see what's mine.
O + dot(s)
Except the few,
That were in short term memory,
And I blame you.
The spinning sea, a vortex rhymed.
Every day, I want to see what's mine.
O + dot(s)
Notes = round and round we go, it never stops, nobody knows.
I tried to draw a vortex pointing down
I tried to draw a vortex pointing down
(Androgynous/The final frontier)
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