When the camera was a following suit
It would gnaw on the amaranth, internally
******* the air and all emotion inside itself
Giving eyes to itself
It saw the deploring dump of flesh
As it split, with the coyest drone
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
When the camera was a following suit
It would gnaw on the amaranth, internally
******* the air and all emotion inside itself
Giving eyes to itself
It saw the deploring dump of flesh
As it split, with the coyest drone
