Chalkstone paved
The unceremonious call
Of a yellow machine
Dry craters where forests once grew....
If the moon is out,
And my hunger is sated,
They may grow anew.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
Chalkstone paved
The unceremonious call
Of a yellow machine
Dry craters where forests once grew....
If the moon is out,
And my hunger is sated,
They may grow anew.
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