THE FIRST BALL OF BOOST
WAXED THE WALLET OF THE SPIRAL TOOTH
THE TWISTED THE PULLING LIKE TEETH A GRIN
I IMAGINED IT ALL EVEN THE GRIM
I FEEL AS THOUGH BEING TRICKED OR HAVING SELECTIVE MEMORY GOING BACK IN TIME TO PREVENT AND ENEMY
SEEING THEM SCALE WALKING ON THE ROADS AND SECRET SHALES
ROOF TOPS THEY WONDER
PLASTER THEY LY
UPON THE FIXTURES THE LAMPS AND HAY
NEEDLES FOR FORTUNE WASTED AWAY
CAMELS FOR CARBON
HOW SMALL THE NEEDLE
IS THE CAMEL SHRINKING OR AM I THE GREAT TEACHERR
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 5:45 AM UTC
THE FIRST BALL OF BOOST
WAXED THE WALLET OF THE SPIRAL TOOTH
THE TWISTED THE PULLING LIKE TEETH A GRIN
I IMAGINED IT ALL EVEN THE GRIM
I FEEL AS THOUGH BEING TRICKED OR HAVING SELECTIVE MEMORY GOING BACK IN TIME TO PREVENT AND ENEMY
SEEING THEM SCALE WALKING ON THE ROADS AND SECRET SHALES
ROOF TOPS THEY WONDER
PLASTER THEY LY
UPON THE FIXTURES THE LAMPS AND HAY
NEEDLES FOR FORTUNE WASTED AWAY
CAMELS FOR CARBON
HOW SMALL THE NEEDLE
IS THE CAMEL SHRINKING OR AM I THE GREAT TEACHERR
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