Jan 30
No one
on the moon
gets dragged
by a train.
A star
milks
a split
baby. It’s noon
and you are choosing
******
for god.
The land is ours where we cry on stilts.
on the moon
gets dragged
by a train.
A star
milks
a split
baby. It’s noon
and you are choosing
******
for god.
The land is ours where we cry on stilts.
